--Virginia Slim--
Different eyes, the same world
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair
---Now listen to the colors, of transformation,
On the day she was born, the wind blew in,
A blessing ---her soul, fallen from the heavens
A gorgeous puff of smoke, Miss Virginia Slim
Able to walk the world with an open mind, she twirls
Pocahontas, one of her many names.
She carves, and climbs on trees, this little Indian Girl,
Her feathers ride with the wind, against her red titian skin
Daughter of Chief Powhatan, a powerful tribal, red man
Peace and love with the Indians of her Virginia Lands,
Many myths, many stories, maybe a mad woman,
A new Christian, living sad poverty, a silent hero,
Twisted tales, from savage green to ivory white religion
In her eyes, life never was about greed and skin
Her new look, attained an altitude precision
Pocahontas, tricked and captured,
Set to sail another tribe, lands were taken over,
Boat sailed out of Virginia Lands
Tribes acclaimed her to be wild and ambitious
"The naughty one," searching for admission
Native American child, before princess,
Her beautiful soul, a short auspicious beginning
Leaving her world, beautiful and fearless
Forgetting her roots-- From Mother Willow's Vision
Pocahontas, the Indian Legend from, The Virginia Lands
by;PD

Dance among the flowers
Let's have a party and a tea
Dreaming of the future, and
How I think that things should be
Life should be an adventure
A Prince should take me to the Ball
The wind always fills my sails
When I'm with him, gonna have it all
I dream out loud to make it clear
This little girl has no fear
Growing up is not easy
So much is not what it seems
No time to smell the roses
Or to think of childhood dreams
Life just becomes survival
My Prince was really a pauper too
My ship never left the harbor
Happy days are all too few
My dreams long gone, nothing near
Grown up girl.. So many tears
Hide behind the surface
So you think that I am strong
Inside I'm falling to pieces
How could everything go wrong
Life can make you bitter
A shell of what you could be
Drowning out in the ocean
So far out that none can see
Prayed for a miracle, a new song
That a true Prince would come along
Met you the next morning
Your humor made me smile
The way you looked at me
I hoped you'd stay for awhile
You came a little closer
Then you gently took my hand
Words can't describe it all
Lost dreams were being fanned
You were my miracle, you were my song
All of those childhood dreams, They were inside all along
Dance among the flowers
Let's have a party and a tea
Dreaming of the future, and
How I think that things should be
Life should be an adventure
A Prince should take me to the Ball
The wind always fills my sails
When I'm with him, gonna have it all
I dream out loud to make it clear
This little girl has no fear
You were my miracle, you were my song
All of those childhood dreams,
They were inside all along
*This is the story of a little girl growing up with amazing dreams, only to be devastated by the harsh realities of life. Then by chance, in her adult life, she meets someone that restores her belief in dreams she thought were long gone.
12-16-14

Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind
The girl was luscious in the wake
Rising at break of dawn
If only she knew I was a mistake
Before we made the bond
I grew fond of her everyday
And night gave me loathe and dread
My heart was weak, I couldn’t send her away
But fed in her desires instead
I kissed her in the forest of green
I had forgotten what I am
I gazed into those eyes, so keen!
A smooth and gentle lamb
One day I stopped to think a bit
My stomach wrenched and twirled
Through love I had lost my sense and wit
To a pitiful village girl!
Avoiding her best I could
I hid from beauty’s caresses
But again she found me in the wood
And so grew the obsession
But so grew the moon
And the waning was abstaining
Good night, wonders of the noon
With memories remaining
Alone I wandered in the cold
Knowing it was coming
The sky grew dark, the sun was sold
Behind the madness blooming
Transforming! Changing!
My mind went all a blur
Rage deforming! Madness deranging!
I couldn’t think of her…
The time was gone!
The night had come!
I thought I was alone
But then I saw her standing there
Pale and stiff as stone
I woke up that dawn sitting there
On the forest floor
And there lay she all bloodied and bare
The lamb that I adore!
The wounds I found were like a gift
I know they were from my girl
I’m glad she fought her will to live
As I blindly devoured her
An honorable lamb with bloodied hooves
She’ll never leave my vision
Sacrificed for ravenous wolves
And no cry for jurisdiction
Bloom not cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind
-an oldie , hehe
For Pd's Contest : )

--Goodbye--To my Addiction-
The time has come to part,
I will leave many with broken hearts
If one day you call on me,
I'm sad to say I will hold my tongue missing each one relentlessly
I'm not doing this for me; I am doing this for you
I could stay here and win, and not give in
But, this soup bowl comes with demons and nasty shadows
Demons and nasty shadows, taking and crashing my light
Demons I had to fight off the entire time I was here
Shadows hating the way I welcomed every poet with a happy cheer
Demons and shadows whom drown in their selfish everyday pity.
For those smiling on my departure,
I want you to have this wonderful gift
So please copy paste this moment from the bottom of my heart
**I hope this gift brings you laughter, knowing
I've been sad, these past few days, drying up my final soup tears**
I will miss this part of what makes me ME -my love and lust for poetry.
I agree with many I should never surrender to the envy of demonic dust
Giving up the passion that completed a part of my soul for years
But, the reality of life, is the life's I give and given when I make love happen
In my heart I know it's time to give myself back to reality
SO AT THE END I WIN, I'm the one who ends up with an everlasting smile
I'll finally be free from this place, where most treated me unfair & unkind
Free, from the negativity of the few who hide behind a dishonest disguise?
Wait until you notice your soup bowl's going stale
You will miss me, and I will miss you
But, my enemy will miss me even more
Reminiscing the times we spent hogging up 70% of blogs,
Arguing and fighting over not agreeing with many thoughts.
But, it was never the differences of opinions, it was more like---
Let's slay the Destroyer, a name like that should never be on top
So please know I am sad, and this is not the way I want to go
I'm not leaving you because I want to
I'm leaving you because, the rumors are
"The soup is better without the sweetness of the poet destroyer."
The only big thing about me -was my heart not my ego
I never claimed to be the best;
You're the one who claimed I am good enough
You took me in and returned my love
In ways others could and would not accept.
And for you my loving poet friends, and fans
I will walk away with my dignity/integrity;
I can CARELESS IF I PLACE OR DON'T PLACE IN YOUR CONTEST
I guess I'm finally growing up
In becoming the bigger/better poet.
Signing Off ---Love
The Poet Destroyer

When the night wind changes course
sending breezes from the north,
when farmer's fields lie brown and fallow
and empty ropes swing from the gallows,
when children's faces are drawn and gaunt
and earth-bound spirits wail and haunt,
when eagles scan the barren snow
and field mice shiver deep below,
The dragon stirs deep in his lair,
the townfolk sense him with despair,
the mountain rumbles as he wakes,
he spreads his wings, the valley quakes.
He snorts and breathes a sulphur fire
and eyes his cache with dark desire,
gold and gemstones line his cave,
a sea of diamonds with emerald waves.
The trees are black against the snow,
one warrior stands to face his foe,
chain mail clanking, his sword is honed,
he goes to face his fate alone.
Fire breathing, wing-spread vast,
the warrior is at first aghast,
the dragon's chest and stomach, too,
shine with gems of multi-hues.
He'd slept so long upon his loot,
he wore a jewel-encrusted suit.
He saw the warrior's weapon glint
and chuckled at this innocent.
The dragon swooped and breathed his breath,
the warrior smelled the scent of death.
Many times the dragon dove
and set aflame the fields and groves.
Lost in this game, he gave no thought
to the warrior who mattered naught,
and as the dragon flew by low
the warrior drew his mighty bow.
The bow and arrows were Elfen-hewn,
inscribed with words in ancient runes.
The warrior held his breath and aimed
and steeled himself against the flames.
The dragon saw the arrow cocked
and turned his head, their eyes were locked.
The arrow's flight was straight and true,
into the dragon's eye it flew.
The warrior was elected king,
he wore fine jewels and heavy rings,
but though he tried, he found no peace,
he'd formed some strange bond with the beast.
The corpse was plucked clean of its jewels
and all the people danced like fools,
though he was king of hill and glen,
they never saw him smile again.

Door o’ green
The door of green it stands ajar,
I enter here in a dream, so far,
A rough hewn table, here it sits,
Big yellow candle splutters its,
An ancient room, of meditation …..
As I look about the ancient room,
A figure seen within the gloom,
Svelte of body, bosoms loom,
The sweetness of creation,
She comes to me with loving eyes,
No words are needed, sobs or sighs,
And pressing close, and locked of eye,
I hold this incarntation,
The sudden chill of nipple freeze,
The points are made with subtle ease,
What can I do but play on these,
No words of explanation?
Moving closer within her thighs,
I trace her form, though things do rise,
Her bosoms rise, in breath caught size,
Inpaled by the situation,
I try to leave, she says don’t go,
The fire is burning me, you know,
Till passions fire has had to blow,
Exhaustion’s generation,
The magic place behind the door,
Where love does wait for me and more,
Fantasy says, yes me explore,
A mental apparition….
Don Johnson

when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she'd speak to him at least
and at least find out what made
a beast, a beast
as the beast looked at her
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to him
was gentle and curiosity increased
he found her some what pleasant
and laid his aggression aside
for now he'd grown accustom
and hoped she would abide
as time past he looked at her
as he never did before
tender conversations
brought his knees to the floor
she'd become his weakness
his task forever more
he liked to hear her voice
and see her walk through the door
on holidays there were presents
on birthdays a feast
each special day that brought her presence
was a holy day to say the least
now i am wholly human
and i can tell you well
that jealousy fits us humans
and beast very well
one look at competition
can take us all to hell
we can never avoid perdition
when one other than God
we our souls sell
and from God comes the testing
old men and prophets tell
the beast asked God for patience
and God knows how to teach it well
the next time the beast see's beauty
there is a ring on her hand
he didn't care to mention it
but that was one thing he couldn't stand
worn down he ask her
what the ring meant on her hand
slowly she confided, it meant she'd
marry another man
the beast now was furious
he did not understand
that all these years confiding
he was suppose to be the man
what then would become of her
his conscious did demand
all the years he spent with her
were coming to an end
yet love had one more service
his heart would command
tell the maid he loved her
and ask her for her hand
let all the powers of wickedness
and goodness take their stand
upon this maids answer
i'll bravely take my chance

Walk with me in the dank moonlight
through the chill, rising, storm
so we can grasp the majesty
of Dullahan still born.
Without heads his horse and he ride
across the countryside
His head in hand they roam the land
none live where he abides.
A rush of blood, a gory spree
will take the sight of man,
then off they gallop wild and free
Dullahan, head in hand.
Here’s hoping he don’t call your name
for that would be worse by far
your soul would flee and fly with he
a soul as black as tar.
Carry your gold for I am told
this alone does he fear
and we can watch as he rides by
come give us a kiss now, me dear.
The winsome lass took his strong hand
and down the lane they walked
as in the distance hedgerows fired
and hooves clapped as they talked.
The sound drew near, a gate flew wide
the lassie shrieked and ran
so only her randy lad was
taken by Dullahan.
So, don’t think to woo by moonlight
near the shore in Galway
Dullahan hunts with cruel sight
each wayward soul a stray.
*While no-one knows for certain how the Dullahan originated, it is thought that he is the embodiment of the Celtic fertility god, Crom Dubh, who was worshiped by an ancient king of Ireland, Tighermas. Each year, Tighermas sacrificed humans to Crom Dubh, and the usual method was decapitation. The worship of Crom Dubh ended in the sixth century, when Christianity came to Ireland.
* music in About the Poem
Poet: D. Guzzi

Big n hard
well babe its been big n hard,
the dumb retard?
wants planting in pleasures planting pot,
or bring some stole viagra,
just in case its not:)
get a keeper maybe should,
enhance his mood, stiff as wood,
the blood flow enterprising,
could be bloody mystifying,
as any phallus should,
yet babe im shagged, deflated bags,
me ball bags teste-fying,
get back you baitch,
can’t have an inch,
bo-didly aint supplying…
Don Johnson

of suffering deep, tween pain and asleep,
and the curse still lingers like crime,
a fiendish mind wheels, still turning out deals,
and slip-sliding thoughts to begrime,
get back in your box,
un-sweet albatross,
begone to the nethers of mind,
bad voices are still,
mourning their loss,
in spirit i'm doing just fine,
got a grip on its throat,
never mind,
bad thoughts continue to gloat,
yet the battle is mine, bloody mine...
of: p.d. "Cronic Pain"
Don

the ever helpful angels,
we meet along the way,
ones who will pick you up,
till you are happy, bloody aye,
boot the black dog up the Kyber pass,
and the mongrel whines away,
depression knocked off, on its asss,
when the angel comes your way,
take the world by scruff,
yer tough enough,
be happy bloody aye,
let the inner spirit shine, plum duff,
is all that johnson says...
Don Johnson

and smitten with her moist entwine,
he savoured like the red, red wine,
as passion engulfed the post,
she was the surely most,
till oblivion unwinds....
and he gave up his ghost,
and a sympathetic mine,
no lesbians this time,
but that gets on your Goat,
till next head butting time,
he kissed her subtle throat,
and it began to climb,
no not the Billy goat,
intercourse aint a crime,
chocolate covered cherries are the toast:}
the heat remained sublime,
dem cherries are the most!
Don re Debbie Duncan "chocolate covered cherries"

Red of fire
Reddish fire in place of loins,
Fiery hell to thee enjoins,
Kundalini coiled it waits, until,
Opened doors the chakras willed,
Enjoined to feet of clay.
Orange door is very bright,
Growing larger orange sight,
Fill your mind yes until,
Strength of purpose is your will,
That’s right.
Yellow blossoms brightest day,
Cast the very blue away,
Brighter still to make you blink,
It be written, don’t let it shrink,
The spirit is in play.
Green of heart the healing mill,
Help your fellow man until,
The darkness gone, from night,
Lift spiritual from the blight,
enjoin the great God’s will.
Blue of throat the hearing feel,
Sound of others gone, revealed,
Light blue veil is unsealed,
Therein, within the night,
Hearing is our right.
Purple smoke the eyes beheld,
Image seen, ding dong the bells,
Danger comes as seen ther-in,
In the purple flashes dim,
It is your birthright.
Kundalini seeks the light,
From top of head a glowing white,
Understanding fruit of gall,
Aura glowing nine feet tall,
A spiritual delight.
We do have these swirling chakras,
these spiritual devices…
Don Johnson

War is such an awful thing,
insanity can sometimes bring,
like my cousin the zippo man,
who burnt the huts the squealing and,
came home and shot himself...
poor John was damned...by Vietnam.
sad and true and tears the heart,
war is deadly, the aching part,
they go away, do not return,
just leave living heartache burns,
no delight...Don Johnson

Sperm Whale Dementia.
Here I am an old Sperm whale,
A swimming in the deep,
Sucking on the Crill, inhale,
As fearless I do leap.
And then I come to surface,
And clarity does seep,
Dementia nursing home this place,
Me poor old bones do creak.
Back beneath the water,
A swimming in the deep,
Happy as a tadpole,
More Crill to maybe eat.
Back up to the surface,
Who is that woman here,
She says she is Molly Brown,
A rellie so sincere.
So come visit sweet Molly Brown,
I may be far away,
Or surfaced with a puzzled frown,
A sperm whale here today…
Don Johnson 22-aug-11

Pig a billa
Good tucker is ol pig-billa,
Porcupine Echidna hey,
Favourite food of Aboriginals,
Has him own spears anyway,
Track him cross the hot red sand,
Which way does he go, today,
Claws on his back legs are a pointing,
Where he come from, there we say,
Dead possum hanging oer the water,
Maggots falling soon they may,
Yellow belly sucks em sorta,
Big ol Cod could eat em hey,
Marbuk silent as a Gum-tree,
Waits with fishing plurry spear,
See the flash of yella-belly, see,
Him on the coals to sear!
Swish of killer boomerang,
As the wild ducks leave the water,
Pelted as a hundred swam,
Got a Shag hook nosed just sorta,
Break-em wing as it leaves the water,
Bloody tough meat make you chew,
Yarraman is a horse you see,
Milinbri beast of cattle, be,
Crocodile he waits for you,
Don’t swim where he will maybe chew,
After the death roll kills you, oughta,
Fresh meat ol tourist brought ya,
To Cape York for interview.
Ole Croc can get you too!
Sidestep this frenzy slaughter….
Whatever ya bloody do.
Ole Johnson the reporter …Don

I didn't want to break your heart,
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.
A cowboy's life is lonely,
With saddle, bridle and his horse,
A bedroll just to keep from freezing
When he's wandering off his course.
Your own daddy is a rancher.
He should have warned you from the start,
Should have cautioned you to never
Let a cowboy win your heart.
I'll be heading to the south lands
Until some wrangling work I find,
Didn't mean to fool you, Honey.
I didn't mean to be unkind.
If I had a stack of money,
I'd settle down, make you my wife.
Until I'm through meandering
I can't ask you to share my life.
Dry your eyes my little lady
And let me see that pretty smile.
There will be another cowboy
Who will outshine me by a mile.
If you find one with a bankroll
Who can afford a little spread,
Get your lariat and rope him,
Forget about these tears you've shed.
I'll be thinking of you, Honey
As I travel across the range,
But this cowboy is a rambler
And I expect I'll never change.
Placed 2nd in Ballad contest

Beneath the realm of Reality
Lies a secret- a world of fantasy
Feasting my eyes upon the faded stone
Delving into a vast world of the unknown
Whispers dance in the curling fog dancing amongst the dead trees
Murmurs of those who have long passed, float against the breeze
Passing the large tree, the gate surrounding the stoned castle
A slender inhabitant, dazzles my mind, his speech facile
Shall I trust this unknown creature, from this the unknown world
His arms, his...tendrils, curl...and around me swirled
My thoughts-he knows them-for he and I are entwined
Further into the dead woods I wonder, a sense of fear encompassing my mind
A bubbling stream I faintly hear, as further I go into the forest
The watery grave seeming to get closer, it's symphony-a chorus
Entranced I follow this fellow into the unknown
Closer and close to the stream i go, further away from the grey stone
Above the lines of fantasy
This, has become my reality
Dreaming-this land I return, once was I lost
But now here I am at home, everything quiet and soft
I search for you amongst the dead
And there, standing behind those gates is cloaked figure-hood on head
I wonder who this master of mystery is, but he soon disappears
A blink of my eye he is gone, and I have not seen him again in years
I search once more for you, my fiendish friend,
But soon I fear you have left me here-to come to my own end
I do not wish to wake, I do not wish to leave this place
Soon I come to spot your featureless face
The King of fright, so tender towards me
Showing me, when I lost my way so long ago, out misty dead trees
But I could not stay away, I wanted to see him again
And thus he promised to return to me again
That forest land I wish to see once more
But I have lost my way, trapped in a darkness forevermore
Kept away from what I so desperately yearn for
To return to that mysterious home I adore

Brainwsh Ann-Lise
thoughts are deeds,
words are the weeds,
the mind collects sometimes,
a salesman speaks to in your mind,
hard sell his only crime,
the pressure aint sublime...
brainwash the deed,
it chimes....
Don Jonson

the green door speaks,
the hinges squeak,
candle large of yellow streaks,
of black smoke oil of dreams,
do enter there, my beauty rare,
to see me enter yeah,
the rough hewed table seems,
to resurrect the scene,
and love is in between,
the table and the chairs,
a shelter so serene...
Don
This Green door place is inner space,
A darkened room of dreams,
A place an state to meditate ,
To focus mind, to see,
Be in another time an place,
Where thoughts an dreams can be,
A mental time surreal in space,
Across the mystic sea

Tuppy
Silver strands silver bands and the rings on her hands,
Her hair was the colour of grey,
Eyes far away, with the thoughts of her day,
As her grandson an audience sought,
I was there that day, with an empty head thought,
just a boy, but loved this I say.
As I looked at her troubled eyes,
A Catholic she’d once been married,
To a Church of England, man called John,
so now she was surely harried,
Excommunicated by a priest on that day,
So she caught up a rifle, pulled off a few shots,
Bounced bullets, as he was running away.
The only pleasure to be got,
Anyway.
With polio born she couldn’t stand,
But dragged herself onto a pony,
She did eventually walk,
But she walked in the path of the lonely.

3 holes Hut on Cubbie
Yep me an Sow the wild pig were,
Under the low set hut, yessir,
I was 12 months old, I be,
Nappies were short, so I had none see,
The piglet kept me clean,
Did he…
The old hut is now a fallen down,
Where piggy an I would wriggle around,
I only came out, when she needed to see,
When mama fed the fat piggie,
Then I’d crawl and bound,
1946 I say it was,
under the one room hut of cos,
we had no lectricity,
and cooked outside under a tree,
brown boredrain fed the pig an me,
till civilized I got because,
I needed to be,
Tommy Hook he came to me,
A lousy Jack, one legged he,
Noisy family bird was, see,
Great chatterer, quite featherly,
A talker of the bush,
We came there by sulky,
with an unbroken horse,
it had the blinkin blnkers,
to maybe force,
it not be frightened see,
by the sight of a close sulky,
across the watercourse,
so harnessed up and circling free,
at the canter it, came round for me,
when mum threw me up by force,
an poppa caught me in the sulky,
one hand was free, I got caught,
she sprung aboard next circle brought,
and off sailed the family,
to old Cubbie, yet of course,
to the stink of wet Gidgee,
after rain, the smell so coarse… Don Johnson
Yes Joe...8
Yes at a year old i needed a friend,
so a wild piglet came and then,
was a pet of the family,
brought by my pig chasing dad for me,
from a brood that an old Sow had when,
he found em in the thin Lygnum bush old friend,
in the shade of a Gidgee tree...

caged like a Tiger in her way,
passion, power, sensual hey,
do not cross the one in stripes,
she will rip ya, tear ya like sliced tripe,
dodge sidestep, swiftly run away,
or p.d. will have her way,
ace of spades, delight,
surreal, wake in fright,
death comes swift they say....
thanks p.d. 'Tiger in a cage'
Don

Re: Ring of power
Ring of power enhances it,
Gives it volume quite a bit,
bigger, a nice snug fit,
give me all, don't u quit
Obsession comes when you hit gold,
big and hard: I'm sold!
If you want him big n bold,
Warm him just a bit,
Get the right size ring, to fit,
As strong as days of old,
interest sure relit.
Struggling guys wear the ring,
Too keep it hard, its just the thing,
Not too tight on the dingaling,
Adjust to size and passion,
Enhanced by more tongue lashing,
Home truths for passions pit,
The keeper ring will do its bit.
Keep up the good work. Don, Ralphie Sue....

if ya get 2 over 60,
it gets harder oh so swiftly,
to make that great connect,
have the faith, no time to waste,
blue satin dress wears next,
be looking for her mate!
but women wait for you out there,
your eye must seek just everywhere,
or you will miss the come on smile,
upon the prettiest of dials,
the clock that runs to you,
the seekers wish comes true:)
in a little while...
Don Johnson

hey yes Russell.
Robert Haig,
alternative is to play the game,
wrestle with her,light the flame,
words get bypassed sounds so lame,
physical joust for sweet Igraine,
sometimes...
Tony Lane,
tic a toc little clock,
just needs a little winding,
johnson sure, grabs what he saw,
although her speed was blinding.

reminds me of the funeral job,
at the morgue 40 tables, i logged,
one of a hundred jobs id see,
blood n guts an misery,
macarbe on mentality...
but id come to get ol Marge,
suspended on 3 chains, was large,
stiff as iniquity,
came flying though the air,
6 feet up without a care,
no bloody dignity,
as naked as a Jaybird she,
but death had set her free,
as she said to me...
re:"While Waiting At The River Styx"
Terry O'Leary
Don
Guys at the morgue like to shock ya, so i get this naked lady zooming towards me suspended on 3 chains attached to rollers on the ceiling...one under the neck, one under the waist, and one under the ankles..a shock to the system...
as i come in the door...the tables 40 were all occupied with the grim reapers handiwork...

Brainwashing
Brainwashing is a flowing,
right there on your TV,
Oh they sell life insurance to 20 year old’s,
or guys like you an me,
Brainwashing sure is flowing,
and the lies won’t let you be,
And they call it advertising.,
money flows, so merrily..
Yes the old time Liberals,
Used scare tactics well,
Commies under the bed ,
Would get you, they would tell,
Voters were frightened with the lie,
So they voted for the master,
Wages dropping bye n by,
Cheap labor they are after.
don’t kid yourself, that it isn’t so,
last federal Liberal government,
forced down the wages - workers know,
overseas workers is the lever-meant,
the super-rich employ,
morality in the dunny,
and fatso jumps 4 joy.,
ho-hum
dum-dum
Leroy
Don Johnson

Greedy rich hogs a plenty about
guess the fat little toads have figured it out,
in the money trough fore to dip a snout,
moral corruption and lies,
will the Lord perchance sympathise,
born next time Nigeria no doubt,
to be trained as a scammer,
the lout....
the worthless gets pain no surprise:)
Don
you can make dollars till the grave,
a fancy funeral 4 you babe,
but what happens when ya dies,
upon the eternal judgement side,
where you get cursed or blest,
decide:)
be or not a pest,
while alive,
karmas sow n reap the test,
applied...

of Russell's Nymph
the rendered spell, the nymph can tell,
distraction never changes,
i too have been caught as well,
the nympho re arrangement,
i swore by Gaul to end it all,
would run into the ranges,
but quick as night she pinned me tight,
don't ever make love with strangers...
good one Russell mate...
Don

and onward ever onward,
all through the sleepless night,
still searching for the other,
half of self to make it right,
but soiltuide is virtuous,
dream-time bring her might....
thanks Mikkie 'melancoly'
Don

Zorro of the sorrow small,
kissed a lady in the hall,
coming back still feeling bliss,
caught the same girl, was a miss,
not Carmelita at all.
thinking she was,
Carmelita in the dark,
kissed her mouth,
hands did wander way on south,
had a pistol nothing neater.
panting sweet was Carmelita,
fire burning in her heater,
enraptured plunging, something sweeter
stayed until the time had come.
spent the Zorro's, brow did furrow,
coming to the candle light,
Where was the sweetest Carmelita,
some old shiela smiling bright?
Zorro said "oh good to meet ya,"
bounding on black Diablo, in flight!

In London, away in a terrace
Half-hidden with elm trees and grime,
Lived young Violet, in her parents' house,
Left alone for near all of the time,
As her mother had no patience to teach her
And her father was working all day,
Violet read to herself through her childhood
Forgetting her seclusion in play,
Any friends she made as a young woman
Would laugh at her stitches and cloth,
For they knew that Violet was quite useless
And so showed their neat needlework off,
Poor Violet kept trying her best, but
Each time everyone ran her down,
She retreated back into her mind's warmth
Far away from that cold-blooded town,
Then one night, as the raindrops were piercing
Through the rueful, restricting twilight,
Violet threw on her Sunday attire and
Did at once in the darkness delight,
So she ran through the alleys and gardens,
Dancing down the pitch-black London streets,
Her beautiful dress flew about her
As she skipped past the other deceits,
Violet's stories swam round in her memory
As she flew through the night and the stars,
And she bathed thoroughly and with relish
Until Violet was cleansed of her scars,
Now her heart was open and happy,
So she laughed and fluttered her tail,
Carelessly gliding free through the water
And onwards to the ocean did sail.
As the weary sun rose on the next day
Her friends could be seen on the pier,
Dabbing at their dry eyes with their hankies,
Voices straining trying to sound sincere,
"It has hurt us so indescribably,
That because of her poorly-sewn hems,
Violet felt she was inferior to us
And has drowned herself in the Thames."
Violet's parents had not yet noticed
The absence of their only daughter,
And they would understand even less
How she came to be dead underwater,
But Violet was now free to prosper,
To swim and to dance and to glide,
And with angels and mermaids to play with,
She would always in her dreams reside.

Slip away …
Will you slip away to the dark side,
Will you worship money and power too,
Do you see any wrong on the inside,
The moral code of you .
Do you really think you are better,
All equal under God,
Just a little deceitful to yourself,
Do you get the liars nod.
Do you see the hurt you do ,
Supporting the monied rich,
They want your last penny too,
greedy son’s wanting it.
So give your vote to the rich man,
So he can have his way,
He sent all the jobs offshore,
Cheap labor is his plan, today,
For sure I say…
Don Johnson

Waste, time
If life is not a total waste of time,
perhaps we had a different other line,
back and forth a hundred thousand years,
with blood n death impaled by spears,
sometimes,
duty caused the crime,
if it's not a total waste of time?
resurrection, sometimes,
have some faith I’ll bung it in:(
oftimes,
borne again upon the wind,
another chance to help a friend,
or waste your life, in worthless sin,
but, on you I can depend!
Sometimes?
Is grey a seeming state of mind,
overcast has gray behind,
but then the sun comes out...
unwind...friend,
And suck some life back in!
sometimes.
Don Johnson 29-aug-11

Brisbane
Rain squall just came from east of me,
Came blowing from the big blue sea,
5 pm the windows shut,
For I in Brisbane be.
Brown snakes and lizards do hide,
From the city dwellers, do slide,
Green Frogs there used to be,
Cane toads suck em down for free,
Green Frogs don’t suicide.
Fly screens keep the mossies out,
Midges sand flies, catch you out,
They come through to get you Clyde,
There is no itch in doubt.
The sun the sand the cooling breeze,
Live on the beach, be at your ease,
Hippies still enjoy the lifestyle, these,
Things are of our nation…
Brisbane at 5pm

I.
The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah
II.
Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah

suffering by the sentence made,
the pain wave breaks the surface,
the whips cut and the slicing blade,
the masters bloody purpose....
to be owned by the master,
and treated like a curse,
resentment burns hereafter,
karma is ten times worse,
time repays the master,
the next life reimbursed,
not blest with this life with laughter,
so miserable so cursed
"Indentured Servant" thanks Antony Nutter
great poetry mate.....Don Johnson

TOOTHLESS in 1927
Toothles her tail began to switch,
Tuppy said “you’re too old, just stay a bit,”
Tuppy rode away to where,
A knocking stick a Roo would snare,
Roo hides pegged upon the ground,
Pounds shillings and pence, to be found,
From whence.
She galloped down the boundary fence ,
Clubbed a Roo right out of sense,
Got down then to skin this Roo,
Who sprang right up and bit her too,
He grabbed her close and then,
Jerked up a foot to disembowel, when,
Toothless cleared the fence,
Toothless took the Roo by the throat,
Strangulation the intent, I quote,
Death did then commence.
Kangaroo would seem very nice,
Docile friendly, but watch twice,
If his female is in season,
You could be clawed, bitten and slashed,
And Skippy might.
Don’t let your dog in water with,
Old Skip will drown him till his stiff,
But Roo’s out there in millions are,
Springing bounding fences ha ha,
And following the grass Tom Tit…
Toothless was an old greyhound female used for catching Roos on the bound….Don Johnson

UNWOUND
Sex n interest is a state of mind,
the better the tease the harder it climbs,
conversation puts it down,
distraction men have found,
it breaks the concentration,
spring unwound,
unwanted relaxation,
frowns,
so close your ears and hear her not,
concentrating hard as what?
slipping sliding till she's besotted,
sweet loving from a time forgot
fills the imagination.....
Don Johnson

Ex Drover, me
As the cleaner sweeps the street,
And the saddle leather squeaks,
cos he's riding ol Darkie,
an his mind is with the herd.
He remembers the cold nights,
Leaps from his swag at daylight,
To stand by the fire ,
For some breakfast egg n bacon.
Yes bloody sah!
An the coffe black as char,
Sucked from his quartpot , jar.
And the toast is a burning ,
Like a bad cigar.
Is burning ,
And the sun comes up, aha.
So we’ll move them poley bullocks,
On the grassy stock route millet,
And the bore drain will water ,
Them poley bullocks shortly,
Till we get to Mungathar.
Don Johnson 8-aug-11

Contract
In a little town away out west ,
the Contract was out,
the thunderboxes best,
Tommy Bumble offered 20 cents a tin,
To take the human manure in,
With the contract he was blest,
Tommy Tartar was in haste,
He offered twenty five cents,
got replaced,
By the cheapest contract in,
His fart cart got a win,
He got the council contract.
This is just how business works,
When Abbot gets you contracted, an smirks,
Your lowest wage HE does win,
Others cheaper offerings,
Might undercut your perks,
Cheap labour for the cunning rich,
Contract forced on the worker,
Howard’s damned work-choices pitch,
Voters rejected him, the smirker.
Their aim is just to buy you cheap,
More dollars for the greedy creep,
Will you join up with the other sheep
And get mulesed into the bargain,
Weep…
Don Johnson

I'm sitting here again,
Just waiting for a call
So I can put on my suit
And help someone get up from their fall.
It's not an easy job,
This whole Superwoman thing.
Flying through the sky,
Moving at lightening speed.
As I sit here waiting,
I'm contemplating
Whether or not I should do something,
Because this is getting boring.
The music is on its sixth rotation.
I had every word memorized after the second,
But I know as soon as I start something,
Of course, I'll hear the ring.
It never fails.
When it finally does ring,
I put the "S" on my chest.
I'm there in two seconds
Helping clean someone's mess.
Broken lives and tattered dreams,
This is my reality.
Broken hearts. So many tears
I've wiped from eyes for all these years.
The children are the hardest to behold.
How do I save them from shattered homes?
The "S" on my chest is only a sign.
I'm not God. I can't go back in time.
I can't change the lives given to them.
I'm just here to help their little hearts mend.
When my job is done,
I head back home,
Take the "S" off my chest,
And lay down to rest.
Until the next time I get a call
And put my "S" back on to save someone from their fall.

Pock marked
Bert was cooking in a bucket,
Knew his hide at any rate
Pock marks on his thighs an biceps,
Shot that day by a sniper, mate,
Sniper chopped by Aussie Bren gun,
Fell from palm in many pieces,
Driven back by charging soldiers,
Jonno’s mates were ‘ridge e didge’,
Next day they drove off the Japanese,
Checked the cooking pots for tucker,
Fermenting rice, not much chop,
Starving Jap’s, not any luckier,
Two armies starved, no tucker,
in these green mountains, grim,
slaughter at point blank range,
shoot first boy, or get done in,
Evidence at the war crime hearing,
Jonno and the Doctor gave,
Several cases were reported,
Of Kokoda’s missing brave’s.
Don Johnson…true story…16-aug-11

This Aussie war in New Guinea, was concurrent
with Gaudacanal's desperate U.S.fight with around 20,000 Japanese
...We only had 13,000 armed Japanese bent on coming over Kokoda
mountains, and then on to Australia, they had the Japanese
10 shilling note occupation money in their pockets. The Japanese
say they were ordered back over the mountains to Gona and Buna,
it saves face hey. The reality was they were dying slowly from starvation,
malaria 2 types, plus Dengue fever was killing many,
and the 2500 fresh Aussie blooded veterans drove them back
from Irobiawa mountain top with fixed bayonets.
After a day or so of our 25 pounders blasting them. Time to leave.

A drifter came in to town one day,
Looking for a place to stay.
He got a room and payed a week,
To find a job ,he walked the streets.
Not wanting some thing that would last,
For him it would be like walking on thin glass.
He looked for something for a week or two,
To buy some clothes and a new pair of shoes.
His money was starting to run very low,
Without money he had no where to go.
He got a job at a gas stop,
It dident pay much , but enough to shop.
He bought new shoes and a matching sweather,
For it was getting cold and staying warm is better.
He met a friend along the way,
But made it clear he couldent stay.
She wanted him to settle down,
But he told her he has no roots in any town.
She beged and pleaded for him to stay,
But he knew he was leaving at the end of the day.
He thanked the gas stop for the job,
Said his good buys to his other friend Bob.
Gathered his nap sack and out the door,
Headed down the road to be seen no more.
After a few rides ,another town comes in site,
He said thanks for the ride , its just turning night.
Booked into a hotel for another week,
It was just a place to rest his feet.
Such is the life and its lonely i know,
But to a Drifter , its the only way to go.

love it luv it lubbit....
the modern curse of what you eat,
come back to sit an stay in the meat,
the blubber is arising ,
unwanted an surprising ,
so fat cant see me feet,
drattalising:(
but i got a well padded seat:)
Don Johnson
thank you Sara Kendrick
"Chocolate-Trochee"

I heard a little rumor from
a stranger on the road today;
he wore a heavy veil of dusk
to keep the winter's song at bay.
His face was well concealed; although,
his shriveled hands had drawn my sight;
it seemed like they were withering
and, like the moon, a pallid white.
"A little further down this road,
there lies a curse'd patch of grass
obscured by trees to hide its shame;
for that, I know I am to blame.
The flow of time had left that place,
yet still the living wandered in,
until they saw that wicked plant
whose very growth was deemed a sin."
The frigid notes were ominous,
like most of what the old man said,
and quickly did his coal-coat flee
to leave but silence in his stead.
A trav'ler's prank is what I thought,
but further down the road I saw
an isolated trust of trees
with polished trunks and lively leaves.
Surveying past the tow'ring brown,
I stood in awe at Gaia's gate;
if anything, I had to know
how nature could intimidate.
The grass was like an emerald floor,
a regal rug for royalty,
and aromatic jewels stood proud
amongst the scattered shrubbery.
But then, I sensed a mournful soul
and heard a fright'ning tearful call;
at center grew a single rose,
left weeping within wooden walls.
Its petals were like chimney soot,
but had the most enchanting smell;
its stem and leaves were silver clad,
a gorgeous blossom spawned from hell.
Despite the omens I had heard,
there was a certain beauty here.
If such a flower bred disgust,
I'd shelter it, neglecting fear.
There was no trace of bitter cold,
upon return from curse'd land.
I left that world with fragrant sin
clutched tightly in my mortal hand.
My heart gave forth compassion,
when I stopped that day to pick death's rose.

Russell Sivey
Contest Name Good Luck Meal
Aussie Drover’s tucker
Build your fire upwind of the billy,
If you want it to more than shepherd boil,
Thick slabs of Corn meat n damper, (camp oven bread)
with a drop of tomato sauce,
Or corn meat fritters fried on the coals,
In kidney fat of course,
A billy full of Bushels tea,
Just sitting on a log,
And banana fried well, fritters,
Washed down with some tea or grog,
Sometimes .
On New year’s days a droving .

Mulga Mick
The ice was thick round Mulga Mick,
His thoughts were in disorder,
Shiela had gone off with another chick,
Got the “Raw Prawn” bloody sort of,
His car had died when a Roo he tried,
To eat the old cars number plate,
Death slapped down, upon the Roo applied,
Destroyed the water radiator,
So staggering through the ice an snow,
Was poor ole Mulga Mick,
He wore the Roo hide, wrapped you know,
Pocket knife had skinned it quick.
Roo tail soup for Mulga Mick,
Before he walked away,
He staggered back to the township,
Catch a new lady is the only way.
Don Johnson
John, when your girl runs off with another girl,
you feel like you've been given a raw prawn. aussie slang ...
Tony, like mcguyver you have to use what's available to survive....

The Aussies looked in disbelief,
When the twin towers they did fall,
Terror rained on the Pentagon,
Figher Jets came to call,
Americans fought for a plane,
To beat the terrorists down,
Bin Laden’s high was to be denied,
plunged into the ground,
Yes we do fight, against this blight,
Upon humanity,
Murder all, day or night,
Inhuman, obscenity.

Were you there in the slaughter of millions,
Did you sail away to the great world war,
Tween 1914 and eighteen,
with the crimson of blood an the gore,
Were you bullied there by the master,
To do your duty once and ever more,
To fight for the Empires fat masters, get cut down,
No you’d never a chance, with the gas and the dance,
And the murder when 200 guns roar.
Ultimate class distinction was there,
You were Hobbs or a Jackson, rare,
And the officer was always mister or a Sir,
But in your mind you called em cur,
When they walked you into the machine guns.
They should have sent the generals into bat,
War would be over rat a tat tat,
More blood n guts upon the flat,
With just the generals wife a crying… Don Johnson

searching ever searching,
4 the other half of me,
twin soul to make me whole ,
serender-dipity
ah yes complete and ever sweet,
the lovers game of passion,
the world can fall into disrepair, delete,
as long as i get my ration,
never stop looking, 4 the one,
the sweetness of the song,
like our ol Butcher bird has sung,
a melody just so strong,
his voice is a sweet delight,
tuxedo is his fashion,
in colors black n white,
solitude seeking passion...
Don Johnson

Are we visited from another world?
I think we are ,but we are never told.
They visit some times late at night,
So they are not detected by our lights.
Our radars they can fool,theres no doubt,
They fly through our air space, in and out.
The only way we know that they have arrive,
Is when they put thier space ship into a dive.
One crashed in the desert , a long time ago,
But it was all hushed up, no one was to know.
It leaked out in the press that very same night,
By people who witness the falling lights.
The army told people to stay away,
To have nothing to say about what they had seen that day.
But we as a people, think all should know,
If you want to visit the site, then you should go.
We often wonder why they would come this far,
From a distant planet out there in the stars.
Is it because we are related in some way,
Or are they just passers by, its hard to say.
Now its our turn to travel to other worlds,
To see if we can meet other boys and girls.
We hope they will be friendly, when we finally meet,
To live with out War , now that would be neat.
I hope they dont see us as a war type,
And have come there to cause trouble and fight.
For its Love and Peace ,that we should share,
Even though we still dont have it here.
Innocent people are dieing here every day,
We know we can stop it, so lets find a way.
We have to bring people togather in love and peace,
So when we get to thier world, we will have a smile on our face.

Lationshippers blues
relationships the ebb n flow,
are they the one, its hard to know,
some never let, true feelings show,
the end result regret,
another game n set,
busted heart throb throes,
like a punch in the bloody nose,
better luck next time ol Mose,
catchem shiela if m let....
thanks Russell Siveys :Finding reality"
Don

Who is
Who is this twerp to lecture me,
That I shouldn’t suck my spaghetti,
Put up the seat for we we we,
When I go on vacation,
How dare he say I caint text too,
Unhygienic, on the jolly loo,
Guess he thinks he’s Hitler new,
No cause for celebration.
What’s wrong with me new vibrator,
New gal says, she’ll catch me later,
Yes now I’m cast as woman hater,
it an me, amalgamation?
Don Johnson 9-aug-11

Delete blockages
See the red light a shining,
Red light shining, yes on you,
See it fill your mind an body
For a minute, chakra grew,
See the orange light a shining ,
Take it in, breathe in, yes do,
See it grow, don’t start a whining,
This will help, a healthy you,
See the yellow light a shining,
Solar plexus connected too,
See it grow and breathe the color,
Closed chakras, means sickness due,
Green of heart light, is a shining,
Like the one out on the kerb,
See it fill your heart exciting ,
Strength of healing is the word,
Light blue colour of the sky,
Eyes that see the colour, blue,
Let it fill you till you sigh,
Till aunt Maud can talk to you, (through the veil)
Purple of the psychic pictures,
Third eye opens just for you,
Predictions warnings, don’t restrict you,
If this is what you are wanting too,
White of light the astral channel,
Out of body drifting you,
Daydreams can be surprising,
When you’re somewhere else,
True blue…
If you want to be balanced and healthier?
Works for me….Don Johnson

Hopkins snakes
Old Hopkins had a rope ladder,
To keep snakes out of the house,
Snake killing sticks under the rain water tank,
In the shower, where a snake ate the mouse,
The fowls all lived up in the trees,
Brownies were sucking eggs down, (deadly mulga snakes, dozens)
The bantams were sitting on eggs in bird nests,
Till the chickens were walking around,
Half wacked Jack, demented, said some,
Went to see a drover come through,
On a grey brumby horse, naked of course,
An was strip bollicky too, (horse riding naked)
Hopkins he said “me two best friends,
Are me shovel an hurricane light,”
He’d be punching holes ,
With crowbar alone ,
And fencing on into the night,
So if ya go near StGeorge ,
where the snakeys do gorge,
dodge death, climb up the rope ladder,
if the brownies don’t get ya,
death adders aint better,
just go to the pub it’s your shout!
Don Johnson 10-sep-11

I like this one because it is true story
Destroyer A Poet ~
Contest Name Your (OWN) favorite poem......

darkness reigns beyond the pale,
the downcast experience it and fail,
to see a new horizon,
when anger burns the ones we meet,
see darkly, hatred indescreet,
keeps sanity from rising?
thanks Russell....Don Johnson

sadness reads through every word,
many are alone with their despair,
when darkness comes of mind within,
you feel downcast, what was my sin,
my story reads like you, what's a man to do,
within?
seek n you will always find,
the lady with a sweeter mind,
looks enchanting from behind,
and life is sweet within...
loves ya babe be happy
Don

There once was a princess
so beautiful,
That all those who beheld her
Wanted her hand forever
There was, at this time,
A White Knight
In shining armor
(save a few tarnish spots
he'd somehow overlooked)
Who roamed the land
Seeking justice and true love
Unbeknownst to those
in the kingdom,
The beautiful princess
was secretly controlled,
and endlessly tortured;
By evil dragons
Servants of a Dark Sorcerer
Dragons of abuse, loneliness
and jealousy-
She desperately sought a love
One promised in a dream...
A total and true love
Independent of her beauty,
or her wealth
The White Knight;
Clumsy at times-
Had the keenest vision
in all the land
And the purest inner heart
His sword was sharp
(sharper than him)
And dragons fled from him
He searched the land
For the true love he so needed
One day the knight
came upon the Princess's realm
One glimpse and his heart
was hers
But dragons have wings
And the host of dragons
flapped their's
so furiously...
that the ground shook
The knight stumbled,
Smiting his head
Suddenly his vision fouled
He knew in his heart
he had to rescue her...
from these fierce dragons
But his vision, now blurred
Would not let him
wield his sword in defense
Heros sometimes fail-
As did our brave knight...
And the dragons
Prevailed
The princess still waits
In her lonely tower
She will not forget-
His love, and his valor-
She will not be free...
She will await a
new, braver,
stronger knight
But he may never come
And the dragons
may lose next time...
And the princess
our knight prays...
Will be happy,
And free-
At last."

I've told some of you about this song- it is fall incarnate, with a hint of danger
check it out, you will wind up seeking the C.D.....It is haunting! Visually rich,
musically beautiful...just ast Christy!!

"...you have one duck... I saw it."
"no crickets, but yes, the sound"
~I have some fish, swimming around...
Who are you? And where do you be?
As I walk this forest, how do you, see me?
A cricket's sound, some fish around,
But you and you lost to my sea.
Why, do you two follow me?
An open door, extended before,
A hand, a smile, I waited awhile, with
hopes and maybe some fantasy.
I hoped you woulda, woulda hit on me.
But in retro, I did so see...
My time of past, dyes deep and fast,
a flow, a hum, my life was numb.
In a time of change, I rearranged,
the elements of my being.
I changed, to my Me Becoming.
And I stopped in my tracks,
while in my running.
Hanging there was Venus dear,
A photo I gave you, from above.
The Sun ablaze, the Moon amazed,
while I heard your Heart. My love...
But questioned I when you raised an I,
and you didn't reply to my song?
I sang again! And I glared at you then,
but you turned, as though I were wrong?
A butterfly, a kiss by your eye... and yet,
I still wonder why your park is gone.
And the Indian Sang, but you heard no song?
~Know. The journey is Long...

There is a place where one can go
To laugh, to hope, to always know
There’s nothing too hard for you to stand
When you dare to come to Fantasy Land.
Oh Yes, do come to Fantasy Land.
Come soar with me to heights unknown
To ecstasies not yet full blown
To dreams, and schemes and wondrous plans
They’re here – right here in Fantasy Land.
There’s laughter here in Fantasy Land.
There is a place with song, and dance
And moonlit nights made for romance
And all these things are at your command
If you believe in Fantasy Land.
The air is fresh in Fantasy Land.
With sunlit days and starlit skies,
And streams and lakes; palm trees so high
And oyster pearls to hold in your hand
But you must believe in Fantasy Land
The sun is here in Fantasy Land.
Imagine your troubles are melting away
With thousands of moonbeams lighting your way
Whatever you need, or want and plan
Is yours, when you come to Fantasy Land.
Enhance your mind in Fantasy Land.
For what do you have if not today?
Those sorrows and problems can fade away
For a time, at least – yes, feel the sand – on the beach
It’s here, in Fantasy Land.
Across the bridge, in Fantasy Land
Composed on: 7/2/2009
Entry in Contest: "Out Of Water"
Sponsored By: Sheri Fresonke Harper"

Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve
Find de bes ina de ole land
Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve
Whilst wi dance musik wid de band
Dance wid de band in de Highlands
Backyard jig good fer de ole soul
Tickle mi nose with yu gold locks
Tigether wi bade ead to toe’s sole
Call Fionn mi Luve with his jug
Nice poems he read at de gate
Summon the Clooties with a mug
Aye, they will cum and bles dis date
We’ll sail de river on Loch Ness
Kelpies will protect our flanks
Goddess Scotia says we bless
Oh mi chamin' sweet Sidhe, tanks
Aye! Mi sweet luve; Boobrie will fly
He will fetch up the Salmon Ring
And a knot cross de land we tye
Red Caps our guard til cum de spring
Then wid haggis and drinks mi luve
Goddesses'pipes blow dem great songs
In the grey mist we skip and dance
Then like Boobrie we fly with doves
Scottish Mythical Legends:
1. Fionn is a Scottish magician, warrior and poet
2. Clootie is a Scottish name for the devil. The name originated from the word cloot, which
mean a division in the cleft hoof of an animal.
3. Kelpie is a Scottish water devil who lurks in lakes and rivers and drowns its victims.
4. Scotia is a goddess normally portrayed as an old hag with the tusks of a wild boar
5. Sidhe (Shee) is the Gaelic name for fairies in the Highlands of Scotland and also Ireland.
6. Boodrie is a wonderful water-bird from the Highlands. It haunts and protects the lakes
and wells.
7. Red Cap is a sort of short, stocky old guy with long gray hair and claws instead of hands
and fingers. He lives on the Scottish border and guard the ancient ruins of castles

Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
(( feel free to add a line** in my comment box... ))

Up on the hill I found my joy
on grass of green and gold
I would roll down when a young boy
for I was fast and bold.
Oh how we'd play from dawn to dusk
in torn pants and bare feet
The day a thrill when winds were brusque
yes we were colts so fleet.
We ate the small fruits in the grass
sweet ones red and blue
Oh yes the joys found as time passed
were there for most of you.
Up on those hills who was to know
that time would fly so fast.
That life would bind our bare foot soul
and days so swift would pass.

The day was warm and sweet with spring
no breeze came to tease me.
I'd wondered what my love would bring
I'd wondered. "Where could he be?"
His mill stood high upon the hill
a short ride from my home,
a picnic planned would be a thrill
but that man would not roam.
I grabbed my bonnet, left the shawl
and out the door I ran,
perhaps, he had forgotten all
no sense of time that man.
I found him on the windmill's walk
staring at the gilded sea,
clay pipe in hand he watched a flock
dazed in silent reverie.
He smiled at me and cocked his head
and said love, "Don't you agree?"
what better place to share our bread,
"Have you brought lunch for me?"

Living my dream
I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.
Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile
I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because
It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.
4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.

I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!
I’ve been through hell all thro’out my life.
And I’ve had all kinds o’ different strife.
And I’ve been hard-press’d.
And I’ve been depressed.
And just when I thought I got the hang o’ things,
They change, and they rearrange.
I’ve done all sorts o’ things.
Stupid things. Crazy things.
But now times have changed.
And everything has rearranged.
And all that I e’er knew,
Has come back to bite you.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!
So listen closely as I tell what’s happened to the world.
The world’s spun it’s last spin and has finally hurled.
The Hea’nly Host has brought us up.
All us Christians, that is, pup.
Anyone listening to this,
is more ‘an likely in any state but bliss.
If this is bein’ heard,
Then e’eryone is real disturbed.
You may’ve just witnessed all of us disappearing,
But there’ll still be another hearing.
Like it’s been for all of life, ‘cept for this one instance that is,
You may come to meet the Lord after you perish.
You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!
I shall end this now for I’m ent’rin the Pearly Gates o’ Heav’n.
It’s more beautiful than can be describ’d by any Reveren’.
If somehow this reaches you people on Earth,
Remember this one thing from the hearth.
There’ll always be hope, so stay strong!
Don’t worry, this torture won’t last long.
You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I wanted to put myself in a space occupied by happiness
Sweet embrace of the breeze felt in the sea side of Pahut Bongao near Sanga-sanga
Everyone is happy doing the ritual of Panulak Bala’
The month to throw misfortunes that Tausug believed
Beach full of dancing waves from the sea
Never limit the horizon of falling leaves of trees
2 January 2013
Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island
Sulu Archipelago

I might sparkle in the night
but I'm not the only star
you might not see them in the sky
it depends on where you are
Am I the only light in your eyes
that makes you smile when you cry
if your favorite's what you say
don't you blink it might fade away
Only when we give everything
we're truly ready for better things
we invite ourselves off to drift
the steam rises and our spirits lift
Follow me, into sun sets
be brave and strong with no regrets
and when the sea takes the light
we'll find a new day after the night
there's still a new day after the night

Constellations in my eyes;
Windows they're said to be.
Look into them now, and tell me what you see.
Calling every angel born in Hell:
"A child of the stars looking for his soul to sell.
So few are left to be birthed of Orion's Belt."
Soon they came; rulers of every layer.
Each to make their offer,
And leave their summoning prayer.
"Centuries of wisdom, and a mind that holds no time.
The past, present, and future are all close friends of mine,
And the Titans of the Universe I stand so close behind."
They opened all my wounds to taste how I have suffered,
Shamed me for my scars and all that I've recovered.
Then mocked me for my weakness, known only as 'The Lover'.
"It is forbidden for us to deal a soul of the cosmos,
And you taunt us for what you wish to sell.
But we've found something in you to make us heroes down in Hell."
You are protected by forces greater than your own.
Should any God or Demon make you bow before him,
Death would surely find his throne.
It's your heart that we desire, and the love that you still hold.
Grant us this purity and surely you'll have more than this world can hold.
Let it be known that your heart is the heaviest to hold.
Surely it is quite the burden to bear.
So strange in it's nature, let us free you from it's wear.
Success will quickly follow and embrace you in it's care."
Yes! Take from me all that you desire!
No longer will I suffer in it's muck and it's mire!
Do with it what you will in the cold and the fire!
With their prize, they left with no hesitation.
Legion upon legion; Hells' United Nations.
All for their Master and all in celebration.
Lowly creatures is what they're cursed to be.
They know me by many names, they know me by many faces.
And my heart I've sold on every occasion.
Fools! Surely they must know!
That every heart I give away
Brings me the love that stays.

i need a kiss
so i can smile
i need a smile
so i can kiss
anyone can smile
anyone can kiss
so i can kiss and smile
let's smile just no kiss
let's kiss with smile
pass the smile to kiss
that is flying the smile as kiss
so kiss and smile
that is flying kiss
indeed
i love you smile.
layag sug!

Lets climb up that old tree,
make the clouds disappear.
Let’s climb up that old, lemon colored tree,
make the rain clouds disappear.
Rough wood, and a rickety ladder,
White christmas lights trim the slumping roof
over a few branches
and we're crawling-
through the doors
of a star-gazing tree house
full of nostalgia.
Sounds of traffic, cross walk conversations
Trotting past that old jazz bar,
a mexican family arguing on the stoops,
funny how an unknown language
can still make sense on the inside.
the mother gestures her son upstairs to sleep,
But my world’s only waking.
There’s a party up ahead.
and there’s something ‘bout the nights’ breeze
blowing off the cars and into the trees.
its Got my heart singing about this new love I’ve found.

From our earliest times to the most recent of our days,
We've grown with pokemon, and we've learned their ways,
We've learned the evolutions, the special attacks,
We've learned what pokemon hide in tall grass,
We've learned the weaknesses and the advantages of them all,
We've learned a lot from our friends in a poke-ball,
We've battled hard against Team Rocket, Team Plasma, Team Aqua and Magma,
We've seen the impossible and defeated the improbable,
We've grown in a way that's practically inseparable,
Through the duels, and gym battles galore,
We've learned the companionship of a friend and more,
For this we look through the trees of Veridian forest,
And give thanks to our pokemon friends for enduring this life-long quest,
To be the best, surpass the rest, and grow together as a team,
To have our friends by our side and become the supreme,
For this we tip our hats, to these special pals our ours,
For standing by our side as we travel through towns, voyage the sea, and climb Spirit Tower,
Through thick and thin, we have a friendship no Vine Whip could damage,
And no matter the course, our pokemon seem to manage,
This is why, I suppose we all do, we grow strong with our friends by our side,
Cause no matter the challenge, our dear friends are along for the ride,
So no matter the game; be it blue,red,silver or white,
With pokemon at our side, the adventure is twice as bright.

From out of the mist he traveled alone,
rising up from the sea.
A patch on his eye a hook for a hand,
he came to set the pirates free.
Sure they pilaged, burnt down part of the town,
for a pirate must be who he be.
Freedom and gold coins treasures and maps,
to be raised up from the sea.
In the mist their mistress waits for them,
a ship called Serenity.
She needs her crew to sail the seven seas,
a woman of grand mystery.
They joined with her, so very long ago,
their mistress of the sea.
she beckoned them all, they must return,
without pirates who would she be?
Her journey would end here in this harbor,
her voyage of insanity.
The Captain charged to complete his task,
rising up with power from the sea!
The Captain so brave he approached the town,
he said "ye better be listenen to me.
There is somethin I'll be tellin ya all,
you're goin to want to be settin me boys free.
Or haunted you'll be all a yer days,
A serpent will rise up from the sea."
"For the ship she be our only master,
our mistress of the sea."
"She will not let you lock her men away.
be persuaded to listen to me."
"I truthfuly speak to one and all,
the ship can be a cruel enemy!"
The townsfolk release all the pirates,
once again they all be free.
Back home with their mistress,
the mysterious Serenity.
Ist attempt at a ballad.

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
X is the spot...or IS IT?
When the blood has run dried...is the K OVER?
The HIGHEST...the THINNEST...AIR...HERE...or OVER THERE?
WHY the CRIES and those ECHOES...or SHOULD I CARE?
A NAME...NEVER...EVER...TO BE...PUSHED OVER!
TRY as HARD AS YOU MAY...but WILL IT PAY?
Do you BOTTLE GREATNESS...or DOES IT JUST FLOW?
A SMILING HEART...makes MERRY...but a BITTER HEART...JUST POLLUTES!
IN THE END...a THANKFUL NATION...ALWAYS...SALUTES!
GREATNESS like HONEY...only...A FEW...EVER KNOW!
A WARRIOR'S HEART...BLEEDS...IT NEVER...SIMPLY DIES!
HIS LEGACY...is THEIR TURF...and ON THEIR TURF!
Honor and commitment...ARE THE PRESSES...AND YOURS!
IF you MUST...YOU...PLAY with the SCORES!
Till NEXT SEASON...FOR ME...it's SURF...or a DIFF'RENT TURF [golf]!

I cant believe Im going to have my own family, something I never had;
Its time to step up and be a real dad;
Now I can remember the things that make me happy and forget the things that make me sad;
Its time that I start doing good than the bad;
I want for my child to see me as a role model;
Its time I break my own chains to that alcoholic bottle;
I want to be that someone who can be trusted to follow;
I silently cry at night because the truth is hard to swallow;
I jus hope I can make that change today not tomorrow;
I got to change before I end up in an?early hearst;
My art is my gift and alcohol is my curse, I must break my own alcoholic thirst;
I must relieve my own selfishness tendencies before they burst;
I got to stop making alcohol my only because its no longer just about me, because my very own family comes first

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it
but I know only this one man controls it
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet

Gazing Windward
on a summer’s evening
Loch David Crane
1981
Whose waves these are, I think I know:
his home is in the sea below.
He will not see me stopping here
to watch the whitecaps come and go.
Enlisted sailors think me weird
-- civilian with no duty near—
they stop to wonder, one or two,
if they can help me out of here.
Up from the depths comes royal blue,
which lightens into turquoise too;
the aerating bubbles rise
dissolved to see the cycle through.
Dark and deep beneath the skies
the pulses in the ocean rise.
So lonely, not a seagull cries;
so lonely. Not a seagull cries.

Jumped on a ship in Boston
Set sail for the open seas,
Give my lady one last kiss
It'll be awhile she'll be seein me.
I said, "dont worry darlin,
I'll carry you right here in my heart;"
I watched her wave with a tear in her eye,
You know it tore my soul apart.
Been travelin now bout four months
Or maybe a little while more;
Sent off a letter to my lady-love
The day we first made shore.
Told her how much i missed her,
And how i longed to hold her so;
Please know im thinkin of you baby,
But for now love i have to go.
Boson handed me a letter,
When we made the next Port of Call,
Tore it open like a kid at Christmas,
Now i wished i didnt touch it at all,
She said she was so lonely,
And she met a man who loved her so;
She said," sorry it had to be this way,
but its for the best you know."
Time seems to moves so slowly,
When the sea becomes your home;
Loves will come and go with the wind,
And you still wind up all alone.
Now the sea has become my lady,
She gently rocks me to sleep at night;
And though i miss a womans touch,
My soul will be with the sea tonite.

yesterday i was young,
seawater tried to drown me lung,
i was dog paddlin alone,
in the sea, a rip was going,
taking me far from home,
i tried to swim against the tide,
didn't work, no panic side,
i headed up the coast to be,
coming out of the bloody sea,
till the current was denied,
and i reached the shore applied,
determination me....
Don
re Therese Bacha "yesterday"

It’s so much easier to just live in memory.
Easy to taste chocolate cake.
To see who loved me and ate from my kitchen.
A lovely day with friends
is so very far away now…
I try with my hand but can’t touch it.
Even in dreams I don’t have the pleasure.
It doesn’t feel good to write about
the reasons.
They aren’t tangible anyway.
As the world spins by
whole and beautiful…
I watch as it goes round and round.
and wonder…
Could it stop for a moment and I’ll get on?
Sounds easy enough.
But so much separates me from this.
Out in a field, I see the distance.
Everything there says “go”. Just get on.
Hesitation, then, I’ve missed my chance.
Am I wearing the wrong clothes?
I soften with the evening time
and melt into everything.
Let me say a prayer which brings me
some kind of understanding…
Everything will come easy.
Sparkly and colors everywhere.

Angels feathers
now an again you find,
the little feather,
yes i have found me some,
no birds a poncing in me house,
but still indeed they come,
angels feathers some...
Don Johnson
re Gail Doyle "Feathers From Heaven"

a mischief, laden Irish elf
of Irish men quite bold
one collects, inspects, golden gifts
the bantam weight of gold
a legend bold of many told
the phantom thrills of chase
the race in sight of shining gold
is thither yon, the place
the thither yon, abasing race
for little pot of ore
the tricks are slick, amazing pace ……
a rich and golden store
the little elf, hombre, is spiff
a must to tether soul
the little bantam weight is swift
the little elf is bold
the Irish phantom elf of gold
a somber bearded man
of Ireland legends clearly told
a rainbow’s golden plan
the Irish rainbow bows to bond
as magic thrill unfolds
of stories one becomes quite fond
“of legends boldly told”

nature has its place of worth,
human must endure no dearth,
for we are natures child,
predator oft reviled,
though bloodlust be reversed,
not far away the distant wild,
remains immersed...
Don
re: Let the eagle alone
HONESTY OIMBO

Copyright 204 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
IF LIFE were only played out on a RACE TRACK,
WHICH CAR would you choose…BUGATTI, FERRA)RI…or an…easy DEATH,
CAN IT be so simple…THAT YOU never KNEW ME to be ANY…THING,
FOOL…YOUR TIMES UP…AND I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP!
YOUR HEAD’S full of PROBLEMS…while I was…PLAYING MY OWN GAME,
You NEVER knew it…NEVER KNEW IT…while I was PLAYING MY OWN GAME,
And I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP,
FOOLS that you were…I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP!
CHORUS:
DIAMONDS, jewels, and FURS…WERE ALL YOU KNEW,
TIN CANS and sodas…were all I ever knew,
And I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP,
In a FLASH of red, yellow, blue, and green,
And a checkered yellow flag…TO MY OWN NAME…TO MY VERY OWN NAME!
And IF…in my FINAL race…it ENDS in a TORTURED FLAME,
I was beautiful…AT LAST…AT LEAST…in my very OWN NAME...AT LEAST in name!
FLASHING round the track…JERKING all the same,
YOU…were coming up…YOU WERE COMING UP,
HUMPING YOUR OWN ASS…was the blue Bugatti…that I ALONE DROVE,
And I TORE on the PETRO [GAS]…I TORE ON THE PETRO [GAS],
In TIME…the checkered yellow flag…was ONLY MINE…ONLY MINE,
Bubbles, BAUBLES, and furs…were ONLY MINE…they were ONLY MINE,
And the scarred horror of my FINAL CRASH…and the press that BURNED MY VERY OWN BONES,
To them I was beautiful, and I WAS…and I WAS…BEAUTIFUL at last, BEAUTIFUL at last!

The singer sang from beyond the grave,*
Or in his grave, to be true.
His voice reached up to the architrave
And vibrated in every pew.
The vicar called on the choir to sing
As loud as loud they could.
But the voice had an even louder ring
Sending quivers down the rood.
Oh Lord, they sang, oh mighty God,
Gloria in excelsis deo.
But the singer sang of life’s hard rod
And of Hell's undying blow.
The women looked up the pillars tall,
While big-eyed children cried.
The singer had them in his thrall,
But was not to be descried.
The vicar read his sermon out,
As if proclaiming from the mount.
The singer responded with a voice so stout,
He sang of fear’s rich fount.
The congregation lost relation
To the good man’s godly word.
They stood in helpless trepidation,
Their souls so far disturbed.
The church’s doors swung open wide,
To a cascade of chattering leaves;
The screams and panic and terror inside
Shook the church to its very eaves.
And then, oh then, oh horror pure,
The spectre appeared at the door.
His bloodied hair, his sombre allure,
Chilled the living to the core.
The vicar clutched up bible and ran
Through a hidden door to the side,
The singer opened his cloak like a fan
And wrapped all the children inside.
The women bemoaned this cruellest loss,
They wailed to the crucified Christ.
But bound and weak and nailed as he was,
There was nothing he could do.
* This Poem should be read in conjunction with 'The Pauper's Grave'

stay away from the water deep,
our great white shark thinks i'm nice n sweet,
the terror of the deep n wide,
perhaps relate to suicide,
on the west coast the widows weep,
around ol Perth swift death does sweep,
to just be bit in halves,
by a monster shark that starves,
great monster of the deep...
re: 'On the Ocean Waves'
Russell Sivey
Don
Been a few lives taken lately Jaws is out here...

What?
Read that
Aw, made me blush
You didn’t got my way to write a poem
Same thing I did to Lontie
That’s why I kept on asking you
Read here
Sulu Sail there
Indeed, you read it?
Yes, you know what?
I don’t know, what is it
You know the entire time that I was mocking you
And yet you still have cornered me with your charm.
What do you think of that poem?
Charming, you really know your way to my heart no?
I love the poem I wrote because someone is inside it.
Was there any poem you have written without anyone in it?
Yes, but in this poem is only you is that someone
One poem of me then
Indeed this is the poem for you
Who has the most numbers of poems who have written about?
I mean, you have written about
No one except my life and journey
And right now this poem is you
What contains in my poems is my journey in life
But personified by moment
So to whom is that ilyimy line then?
Iloveyouimissyou that is for you!
Go, you're a flirt!
Isn’t it cute?
Lost for words as always
What do you mean?
No one has ever written a poem about me, but you.
My pleasure!
1:53AM, 9 March 2013
Sandakan, Sabah Malaysia

the nasty taste of betrayal,
the false god, with his feet of clay,
shallow men, a truth that fails,
toothless liars get to pay,
when handsome gets a coat of grey,
and no one wants ya anyway:)
yer mojo has set sail...
re: Debbie Duncan "Missing Pieces"
Don

I colonize to unite, they colonize to divide
It is time to return the union of the archipelago
To unite the community through dinar and dirham
The colonizers colonized our homeland
Through divide-and-rule tactics at hand
To colonize the colonizers should be done
Through unite-and-rule tactics must become
I love you freedom!

Let's opinion be different so there is story
I do not like to air criticism
I just only like to ask
And the question itself will be criticism
Criticism on people who were asked
If to ask would be more prudent
Criticism is quite violent
I am so afraid of violence
I have to use the technique
Technique to ask with its critique
And that is certainly more painful
Like a snake that run along quiet
But the extract of poison is very painful
I also laughed when criticism aired among
True indeed…
Translation...
PENDAPAT BIAR BERBEZA
Oleh Neldy Jolo
Biarkan pendapat itu berbeza jadi ada cerita
Aku tidak suka berkritik
Aku suka sahaja betanya
Dan pertanyaan itu sendiri akan jadi kritikan
Kritikan pada orang yang ditanya
Kalau bertanya akan lebih berhemah
Mengkritik itu agak keras
Aku sangat takut kekerasan
Aku kena menggunakan teknik
Teknik bertanya dengan kritikan bersamanya
Dan yang pastinya itu lebih pedih
Ibarat ular yang menyusur tenang
Tetapi bisanya sangat pedih
Aku juga tertawa bila berkritikan sesama
Benar belaka…
Wednesday, 20 March 2013, 4:59 PM
Let US All Save Peace. Ilyimy. Layag Sug!
Puisi hasil perkongsian cerita dengan Cikgu Ezza Fazlina Jamlidi

On a pile of fragrant petals,
I found a small bird nest.
It had fallen from the plum tree
And settled there to rest.
The blue eggs were all unbroken,
Petals had softened fall.
Mother bird was loudly chirping,
Hovering over all.
I dared not touch the fallen nest
To leave a human smell.
I merely looked into its depths
To see that all was well.
Pushing bright petals around it
To hide it from plain view,
I gave a wave to mother bird
And said, “It’s up to you.”
I did not chance that way again
For a full month or more.
I stopped to check upon the nest
That had been there before.
The eggs were gone, the fallen nest
Was lying all askew.
I worried that bad had happened
To the small eggs of blue.
And then I heard a happy sound
And spied the mother bird.
A message passed from her to me
Without a single word.
I took her song as a thank you
For my feeble attempt
To guard her nest from predators
Who’d treat it with contempt.
There were four balls of downy fluff
On the branch right by her side.
I stopped to admire her little brood,
Then went on with my ride.

We fought as one,
the blood it run,
All around our feet ,
Our bronze age swords ,
Were not ignored ,
We sliced and diced so sweet,
The dragon came again,
again,
it’s Stinking breath remained,
remained,
Like sulphur as it chilled,
the best of brains,
We tottered on our feet,
When we beat it back,
t’was bloody lame,
Still it fought just fought,
the bloody same,
Our sanity remained insane,
No quarter no retreat,
Its blood all the hollows filled,
We fought, yes fought all day,
Till finally a death did play,
Its part so sorrow-full,
Greybeard lay in the hollow way,
My friend was by the Dragon killed,
So I slashed some more,
and foully swore, *%@!!-
My blade would bloody spill,
His blood and gore, for bloody sure,
Until,
I did that Dragon slay?
I thrust some sure,
my anger raw
At its throat with careful skill,
Blue murder,
I aimed for the throat the more,
I hacked and punched and shrilled!
He reared up in awful pain,
Almost drowned,
by the red blood cloud,
as I stabbed for its heart again,
Through the sticky red blood shroud,
he fell on me teeth a biting see,
I hacked and sliced his throat,
My one good arm and blade were free,
Till crimson was his coat,
The death rattle came to he,
The eater of our sheep,
His spirit soared away from me,
Till,
Death on him did sweep,
So in legend, speak they well,
Of mighty men these two,
And how the warrior Greybeard fell,
When he the Dragon slew.
….
Don Johnson

Let's presume all is well
Though we know truly in our minds
That we are still crawling
Like a snail under its shielded carapace.
Let's presume it is well
Though we know we are not yet there
Midst nepotism and bureaucracy politics
In that which our nation is canonized
Furtherance into our country web of hierarchy
Will renounce your reliable imaginations,
Your emotional inappropriate findings,
And your shortsighted quest around time and space.
Believe it or not
Their says must be well felt
Since they are the holder
Of anything go transient tools.
In doubt or not in doubt
Mysteries will sooner than later
Unveil themselves in due time
This is not far from our reach.

Today is Tuesday, 19 March, 2013
36th days, after some armed men from Sulu archipelago
spotted in Tandu Wau, Lahad Datu.
This caused the bloodshed between Muslim brethren.
I am still monitoring the sad stories happened to our new recorded history.
If this conflict cannot be resolved today
what more the coming days that will pass by our way?
I am always optimistic that any problems shall have its solutions
but if the parties will lead to apply it.
It is very hard to live where someone doubts everyone
and everyone doubts anyone.
It is hard to live in an open cage; you know you can fly,
but you have no able wings to fly.
I am praying to the lord Allah
to find ways of solving the misery
that both people of Sulu and Sabah are feeling right now.
The remnants of colonisers continued to divide us.
We are all victims. There must be no hatred spark among.
We must be vigilant; there might be any other agent
to hand us instruments for us to play the music
and they are going to dance.
Allah has all the wisdom,
He is the only grantor of peace had we wish!
Ya Allah please help to Let Us All Save Peace.
Tuesday, 19 March, 2013, 7:27PM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah
Let Us All Save Peace
Ilyimy. Layag Sug!

Like many merchant vessels
That sailed from our Mersey shore
This sturdy piece of timber
Can hold its own in tales of yore
A dried up piece of flotsam
Washed up on Wirral banks
Was dutifully cleaned and dressed
And a verse written on its shank
Amid the other bits of timber
That made up the Black Pearl
This poem had taken its place
With the many flags unfurled
Everything in Pearl had stories
Of pirates tales galore
Made up, true or invented
No one really knows for sure
But each made up this pirate ship
That was not built in any dock
Neither wind nor tide could shake her
Sturdy on her rock
And then one day a storm rolled in
December Twenty thirteen
Unleashed torrential fury
That until then none had seen
Tempest battered Black Pearls flanks
Steadfast in the wind she’d sway
Ripped viciously at her robust planks
Sadly some things were washed away
One of these was this poem
That a little boy had wrote
Whose parents could not see the ship
Now at sea awash did float
Although lost in the Mersey’s waters
Both brown as murky tea
This poem on wood was never lost
Nor did she sail back to sea
Instead with the tides it ebbed and flowed
Liverpool’s docks had called it there
From where it may have started
No one knew or even cared
And then one day some months ahead
Lewis Baigent found sure fame
For bobbing in dock waters
He found the very same
Words still clear upon the wood
Not a letter out of place
The chain and rope still part of it
And the skull and crossbones face
The word got round to Black Pearl’s crew
The booty was held and fast
They sent a party to redeem her
To be returned again at last
To take its place once again
Upon famed Black Pearl’s hull
And stories, myths and legends
Will abound ‘til we are full
Of yarns and tales and stories rich
One greater than the other
Dredged from imaginations
And narrated without any bother
So gather round my children
Mums and dads and more
Dogs and cats and grown ups
And you loiterers on the shore
For what I have to tell you
Is not all just hearsay
This poem has ventured near and far
But has been returned this day

Sitting at brackish-brown water's edge
Hands, blue-veined, sore to the bone
Strong searching fingers through muddied sand dredge
Seeking Early Man's sharpened stones
Breeze soft with whistles of melodious song
Waves lapping rhythm to Earth's heartbeats
Strong searching fingers through muddied sand long
To feel that ancient, sharpened strength
Floating on jasper and obsidian dreams
My mind re-creates this place long ago
Strong searching fingers, through muddied sand glean
To reap Early Man's sharpened stow
A stone sharpened to pierce, take down
A spirit meant to feed, make warm, to survive
Strong searching fingers, through muddied sand drill
For the need to know him; sharp and alive
Sitting at brackish-brown water's edge
Hands all shriveled, sensitive, clean
Strong searching fingers, through muddied sand, slide
Touch, then know perfectly sharpened means
To feel with strong tanned fingers, this
To hold though none have held before
Since one who sent this lance to kiss,
Ask forgivness and become his store
Such a moment is addictive
Such a moment is quite rare
What a victory to have been predictive
I pray he knows, I know he was here

love puts a spring in every step,
but painful is if you been left,
depressing is the rain:>
black n white the picture stain,
an round n round again,
im wishing i was dead,
but sandgoanna aint fed?
so i willl remain,
a Pelican of brain,
poor ole bird brain Fred?
Don Johnson

in blackness resides,
the everything inside,
but too powerful to know,
easy as you go,
driven to suicide, bro,
too many names many places,
the subconcious erases,
a thousand voices in time,
schizophrenia i know seems to flow,
and the guilt of the crimes,
and your heart beats in time,
for the mortal cant know,
too awful to show,
why he's doing his time in the Earth...
Don Johnson
re: ABC of Life by David Williams

Not Homeless,
Im ok babe currently,
When my wife run off with wife stealin cousin Wayne,
she thought about it once again,
and to me a letter wrote ,
gave me her house,
she gets my vote,
My sweet Christine,
sublime....

There she sits, ready to fly, to be free and take sail
A beautiful ship, the love of my life, The Anne Marie Gale
Ready to take on the harshest storms, the hurricanes
The darkness and the rain, typhoons, and all the pain
She sails off, leaving me behind, lost forever in vain
I watch you slip away, my beautiful Anne Marie Gale
When you were once here, in the harbors of my heart
Set off to sail, and to take the wind, as I watch you part
You are a beauty, an angel, sails are your wings of the sea,
where behind your veil, You look out ahead, and see
all your flags are flying, your sails of pearls are furled
On your mast your colors, are waving you on to your destiny
Here you took my heart, and now you are taking the world
Leaving me a shallow old man, to cry alone and wail
Where have I gone? Lost in time, with The Anne Marie Gale
Will you return someday? And return to a place once home?
Where I stand at the oceans’ edge in the waves, sand and foam
I watch from the light houses, and islands, their tallest towers
Waiting your return, counting each day, each second, each hour
I feel the wind and rain pour through my veins, ripping my soul
Taking my heart to the depths, into the end of times final hours
where I cannot not escape, nor do I dare let go the ropes holding me
Binds me, keeping me tied forever a knot, only time unfolding me
Soon the winds of a gale will take me, and my strength will soon fail
As I wait out my life in wonder of the beautiful Anne Marie Gale
Do you ever remember me from your heart? See me through the veil?
Or are you set free by your sails forever with the winds and gales?
That take you into the adventures you seek, of The Anne Marie Gale
A beautiful clipper, built from the heart of my woods, and of golden rails
The storms of my heart, a gold jewel of the sea, the wind in your sail
Forever I will be a ghost aboard the pure heart of the Anne Marie Gale,

The river cried-- oh what stones have i carried. All must resolve, all must dissolve, none of my sands may vary.
Have no fear, your waters are clear. Resilience is found in your currents. Let no stones dam your flow. I am the lake. I am your rest , i am the beauty beyond your mistakes.

Ole Twitchy
Ole Twitchy was a healer type,
Who saw the way to make things right
Was a bit of visualizing,
The positive thought, the certainty,
When face he saw of sickly she,
Aorta bulge would shrink, see’d he,
To the doctors consternation,
Thoughts are deeds ,
When you flesh em out,
Begone you doubting weed,
Closed mind of subtle doubt,
is condem-damnation,
yes indeed,.
Our maker creates with his mind,
The dummy healer tries to find,
A way to help the human kind,
A poor copy is his ration,
We are a copy of the maker,
And have weak power of the mind,
Tradition of doubt, keeps us down,
Lest co-creator you will find,
All supplied by the great Creator.
Don Johnson
Twitchy 4 the shudder i get ,
asking in the Lords name, you bet,
seeing him 4 an instant yet,
4 a one second shudder,
neuralgia is blown asunder,
no pain, the now i get,
faith produces wonder,
no pain an no regret :}
ol johnson from downunder...

The Captain bellowed out the order,
soon after the midnight bell;
He said, "batten down the hatches boys,
we're in for a night a hell.
Seems storm force winds were brewin,
a Nor-easter in all it's might;
Sweeping down hard from Labrador,
with no shelter in plain sight.
The Deckies scrambled with precision,
and gave each dog an extra heave;
And never waivered from their duties,
amidst the pounding seas.
The water seeped in where ere it could,
and the cookie stored the mess away;
We all silently knew one truth,
there be no last meal this day.
The skipper yelled, "Hard into er",
as the wheelsman yanked the helm around;
The Mate watched into the blackness,
so no rogue wave would bring us down.
She blew herself out by mornin,
and ragin seas became gentle rolls;
And we silently gave thanks at breakfast,
for we never lost one soul.

Love
love might be what you think it may,
or time to spend with, owed today,
perchamce its written fore we come,
is this your part young tweedledum?
preplanned a mission hey...
thinks..the..stumble-bum,
slipped in subtle quip hooray :{
Don
do we have attracting love contracts before birth,
hence the fatal attraction.

DARING ADVENTURE
LIFE IS EITHER NOTHING;
PAST AND NEW TO WHAT,
LIES BEHIND EACH AND EVERYONE.
TINY MATTER;S CONPARED TO WHAT?
TO EACH LIES WITHIN ALL.
GOODNESS IS THE ONLY INVESTMENT,
TO KNOWLEDGE SPEAK;S,
BUT WISHOM LISTENS.

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
If life were only played out on a race track,
Which car would you choose…Bugatti, Ferrari…or an easy death?
Can it be so simple…that you never knew, never knew me to be any…thing?
Fool…your times up…and I’m coming up…I’m coming up!
Your head’s full of problems…while I was…playing my own game!
You never knew it…never knew it…while I was playing my own game!
And I’m coming up…I’m coming up!
Fools that you were…I’m coming up…I’m coming up!
Diamonds, jewels and furs…were all you knew!
Tin cans and sodas…were all I ever knew!
And I’m coming up…I’m coming up!
In a flash of red, yellow, blue and green!
And a checkered yellow flag…to my own name…to my very own name!
And if…in my final race…it ends in a tortured flame!
I was beautiful…at last…at least…in my very own name…at least in name!
Flashing round the track…jerking all the same!
You…were coming up…you were coming up!
Humping your own ass…was the blue Bugatti…that I alone drove!
And I tore on the petro [gas]…I tore on the petro [gas]!
In time…the checkered yellow flag was only mine…only mine!
Bubbles, baubles and furs…were only mine…they were only mine!
And the scarred horror of my final crash…and the press that burned my very own bones!
To them I was beautiful…and I was beautiful…beautiful at last…at least beautiful!
As the pendulum swung at ‘haf mast…you laughed!
As my embers burned…it was my past!
You knew I died…but you lied!
‘Cuz I alone survived…as you all died!
In time...the world...surrendered...to my past...to last!
Now I...alone...am the last...the...very...last!
A Bugatti...alone...at last...a...distant...past...you were...too fast!
Now...I...alone...will forver...last...a distant past...to...live...forever...and...to last!

Alone again and on the road,
Walking with the dusty toed,
Me swag on a back almost bowed,
An outcast me I wonder?
To get a fair wage yes we fought,
From daylight to dark six days for ought,
A slave of the black balled sort, {no job for him}
A persecution wanderer.
Old time shearers stuck together mate,
Formed trade unions in every state,
Went to jail there’s no debate,
Sometimes made a blunder,
To aid the working people poor,
Equality of wealth worth fighting for,
Deprive the stinker rich for sure,
The hog trough leaks, yes under,
We forget just who to trust,
The Liberal party, sacks us, must,
Serves super-rich, the poor are flushed,
Down the gurgler, just like chunder?
{spew}
Don

the blue sky turns darker
as the Sun leads the wars
against dark moons
and dark allies
that take over our world
leaves become snakes
and theives rule the land
in the battle for days
our nights are in our hands
trees and flowers grow in sleepy cars
seas roam the galaxy seeking new ways
of light
birds fly away in search of warm blue days
and all that remains are people and wishes
of fruit, love and wisdom

I make a decision
and Here it Comes....
Fear.
I decide upon a course of action
and Sure Enough
it stops me
dead in my tracks.
At night
while reading,
I think “oh yes, a great idea”
and upon waking,
a tug and its over
I do believe
Fear is the greatest
prevention of successful plans
the cog in the wheel
Ideas can’t take flight
if it is present
New things can’t be birthed
The world must go ‘round
unless.....
Fear is just “faced.”
it is. it’s there. it shall be. Always.
and alongside the plans, it sits.
whilst they’re all happening
New ideas explode
Energy is expended
Babies born
Love has a chance
I thought of it that way this morning
It is not an enemy
but just a companion
of a different kind
doing its job

(1 January 2013 – 12:01AM)
By this first day of the year 2013
I am asking anyone to forgive me if I have things done that hurt you.
I was sudden with the firecrackers
Sounds of bullets flying in the air
This is becoming a culture
That by the end and start of the year there shall be having a gun fire
Is this so not to put a gun as inutile?
I have no new year’s resolution at hand
But I wanted to do my best to change whatever things needed to be changed.
Oh God please witness my changes to manifest in my entire being
from good to very good, from ordinary to extra ordinary and from evil to no evil.
Let me love memories of 2012 that I have
Please forgive me God through everyone’s forgiveness.
I love everyone and someone.
Thank you God!

Chill by beach of Pitas.
Rain comes in a heavy task.
Return home to a break.
Another night to medicate tired.
Thanks Allah we intend.
Well-intentioned we are blessed.
Preach in the village of Rungus.
The Maulud rejoiced.
Kota Marudu we go.
Still raining until while ago!
Kota Kinabalu
21 Jan 2014

went to the toilet it tickled my snout,
the best defence is offence ,
i havent a doubt,
so i fired round after brown,
till it was all bloody out,
till me toilet cantered away,
hope it returns at the end of the day,
till then its your bloody shout ,
and johnsons just having his way,
sent by some big assed lout ...ok,
...

of how it was and how it is,
perchance the master gets his turn the whiz,
where they roll back time,
perhaps ther-is vengeance,
in an ironic situation,
on the plantation of Damnation...
the Lord thy God, is subtle, is.
Don
re: Father and Son by Dave Williams
about the old south and the bad treatment of the slave by the master....

Budgeri
The good budgery fella with a bottle of rum,
Pretty good bird is the budgery-gar one,
Arthur eyeshades came a walking by,
One eye one ear one rissole,
Looking for the budgery fella, why?
A little nip was good as gold,
Where are you budgery fella,
Ole Yarraman the horse he was,
And Milinbri was cattle,
If the boss see me a spearing one?
cos, good meat yer brain might addle?
so duck ya head sidestep away,
go into a Magpie smother,
flail ya arms like a loonatic hey,
don’t go and tell yer mother,
Budgeri fella was right here,
On his horse he rode away,
Sucking on a bottle of rum, ya hear,
The pigrooter threw him hey?
Don Johnson

my boss said
'stand on that cricket,'
i said 'no, let it live,'
id stand up for the underdog,
he sacked me,
didn't forgive,
his loss here hey,
Don
re: "crickets sing their song " Sara Kendrick
never mind Steve:)

To imagine after all this time that has gone by,
I would be talking to the one that once caught my eye.
Out of nowhere one day she just seemed to appear,
Just so incredibley surprising to me after all of these years.
Sharing all those thoughts and dreams we once had ,
How we laughed at those days yet it made us a bit sad.
For the feelings I did not know she had for me ,
It only makes me wonder what our lives would be.
Our hearts now beating as they did back in the days,
How we are acting like children going out to play.
The love I feel for her has never felt so strong,
A love that once was I thought was forever gone.
But to my excitement I can honestly & sincerely say ,
The love that was lost has been found and here to stay.
This thing we have found in this love between you & me ,
Joy and happiness for the rest of our lives is what I see.
TAC

5 BILLION POOR
5 BILLION POOR FORSOOTH DEMAND,
EQUALITY THROUGHOUT THE LAND,
MORE THAN A MILLION DOLLARS IN THE BANK IS GREED,
MORALITY GETS EVERYONE A FEED,
LETS VOTE ON THIS REFERENDUM,
MORAL QUESTION OF THE DEED,
LETS SHARE ALL OF PIGGIES GREED,
LEAVE IT A MILLION, ONE,
ALL EQUAL UNDER THE SOD,
GREEDY ONES ARE SELFISH CLODS,
LETS FIX THE PLANET, GIVE A NOD,
NO POINT ACCEPTING GREED,
5 BILLION WANT THIS, GOD....
YES INDEED.

On Wednesday nights there is action in Midtown...
A unique opportunity to serve the Lord has been found.
About a minute past dark the homeless can be seen...
They are looking for food and a good meal is their dream.
A bowl of spaghetti tastes like a banquet meal...
And to some, a hot roll is even a big deal.
The Spaghetti Man and His friends are making their rounds...
And hungry people being fed makes joyful sounds.
A blanket, a pair of socks or even a trash bag...
A clean towel is much better than an old dirty rag.
The Spaghetti Man and his friends are on the streets to serve...
Showing love and compassion without any reserve.
Jesus is with them in Midtown on a dark Wednesday night...
He is part of the team and He is making things right.
This Homeless Chef is touching a life or two...
And he covets the prayers from me and you.
TK<><

A lazy cartoon Saturday
Me and my sister in the house
When mom came in and said,
"Go outside and play Mighty Mouse"
Mighty Mouse was a Super Hero
In spite of his small size
He had untold strength and power
Sis said, "And don't forget he flys!"
The power of imagination
Formed over years being outdoors
Wanted super strength and vision
I would play and long for more
Oh, in times of great conflict
When danger would surround
Everything seemed hopeless
No help could be found
When you needed a Super Hero
And you didn't know what to do
Just look up and cry out for help
The Super Hero would come to you
One night while I was dreaming
Heard a voice say I'm Atti Ant, dude
I'm here to offer you super power
Through a force called "Attitude!"
Attitude is not a super power
How lame a Super Hero is Atti Ant
Strength only in determination
And avoid sayings like, "No I can't"?
"Just try it" said the super bug
And so quickly you will see
If you concentrate on Attitude
There's no limit to what you'll be
It didn't happen immediately
But over time I decided to try
I discovered the power in "Attitude"
This Super Hero within can fly
Oh, in times of great conflict
When great danger surrounds
Everything seeming hopeless
There's no help to be found
When you need a Super Hero
And you don't know what to do
Look within and find "Attitude"
The Super Hero is there in you!
*Geared for older children but suitable for all
Contest: Carol's "You're A Super Hero"
Date: 8-10-14
Poet: Lyric Man

Red Beard laughed at this lad
Stumbled on the wrong ship he had
Stowing away on a pirate vessel
Turned himself in not even a wrestle
Stout young lad must be at least ten
He wasn’t sure of the trouble he was in
To the plank cast him aside!
Then the boys knees buckled….he cried
Red Beard yanked him up and stared deep
Some use of this boy, if I want to keep
To the crew or to the sea? Red Beard thought
A pupil to over see if well taught
“Take him below!” are his orders
“Food and water in my quarters”
The boy moved quickly at the thought of food
Take his mind off of his saddened mood
A feast laid before his weary eyes
Hot bread and large chicken thighs
Warm milk and cool fresh water too was in store
He ate and ate till he couldn’t anymore
It was eve before the Captain appeared
The boy was asleep his mind without fear.
Into his arms the boy went
Carried to the cot for his rent
An orphan too, was this pirate knave
Maybe this child he could save
Schooling was what first struck his mind
A great teacher was hard to find
Sailing and piracy was all he knew
“I want more for this lad. A start anew.”
…..A rapping came to the cabin door
Urgent business he had to make sure
“What is it?” Bellowed a voice
“A British flag and jack a hoist!”
A war galleon was on the horizon
A battle was on the rising

wind windy, windy shore,
wind with affectionate lonely hug of soul
from whence comes the wind
if not from thence prank
The long-shore winds
wind blowing so long
wind came into the forest
taken by sea goblin
kota kinabalu
1:12am
14j13

FAITH
FAITH AINT HARD 2 UNDERSTAND,
OBSESSION WORKS BEST IF U PLAN,
KEEP THE FAITH AND U WILL FIND,
TUNED UP IN YER LITTLE MIND,
THINGS WILL GO AS PLANNED8
REDEMPTION 4 THE DAMNED,
SAYS JOHNSON NOT UNKIND...
SIMPLE 2 UNDERSTAND,
FAITH IS IN DEMAND,
BUT WEAK WILLIE STILL DENIES,
IMPASSIONED WITH HIS woeful CRIES,
HE STILL DONT UNDERSTAND,
WHY.....Don Johnson

She lived in a house in a deep dark wood,
Her name was Shona McFee.
When she let down her hair where the oak-tree stood
The mist rolled in from the sea.
It curled and it twirled and enfolded itself round
The remarkable Shona McFee.
She walked up the hill where the snow leopards stalked
The indomitable Shona McFee.
The animals came and they walked where she walked,
How I wish they could have been me.
She turned right round and embraced every one,
For she was loving, was Shona McFee.
As night stooped down she came down too,
The delectable Shona McFee.
She lit a fire by her hut and she clapped with her shoe,
Come, little creatures to me!
And the owls and the bats and the forest’s deer
Came dashing to Shona McFee.
In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I dreamt of Shona McFee.
She lets down her hair in romantic mood,
And the startled animals flee.
She walks and she walks and her heart beats fast,
Come hither, Shona McFee!
In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I lie dreaming of Shona McFee.
I hear her steps step on the stippled grey road.
And know she is coming to me.
I run downstairs and throw open the door,
To no sign of Shona McFee.

too much or too little,
the storys abound ,
the rich n the poor,
on the merry-go-round,
happiness-health- give me more,
till i canter across the fatal shore,
poor as a church mouse this old hound,
forever for bloody sure:)
Don
re: EASY WAY OUT AT 83
Daver Austin

My sickness and my healing
When I came back from Vietnam
I was afraid of everything
I really don’t know why this was
Cause, no danger did it bring
To me, my stay in that country
But the poisons that they used
Convinces me that they stuffed my mind
Those powers, our heads abused.
That fear in me was so intense
My mind was filled with dread
I was afraid of being alive
I was afraid of being dead
Sometime I’d freeze so totally
Like I was paralyzed.
I went to so much counseling
So many tears I cried.
And then one day I searched the net
And I found this little site
The site they call it ‘just one look’
And they did do me right
It took four years, but now I’m sane
I have no fear at all
And I have no anxiety
I’m no more a crazy fool.
5 September 2013 @ 1345hrs

THE SUN AND MOON DANCE V Anderson-Throop 2013, June
A sky-borne swan
on the wing
I face true North
when it is Spring
Forget sore wings
or broken heart---
I heed a call---
tears me apart
No sweeter sky
that soars the mind---
when sun and moon
Dance side by side
North Summer nights---
the white nights call---
there is no time
to fret or stall---
no excuses, no one to blame
in heading North
There is no shame.
=======================
Chorus:
Thru White nights dance
both sun and moon
no lover's parting
Arrives too soon
In icy Spring
Like Grandma's broom
The white night's sweep
Life into bloom
Midsummer night
Snow-dark has fled
And time has flown
My True Love's bed.
Over these mountains
Like Grandma's broom
The white night's sweep
Life into bloom--
Thru White nights dance
both sun and moon
no lover's parting
arrives too soon.
===================
Hang on tight--
If you dare
Travel light,
for it is far.
Come, Darlin' Love,
share this delight
No thrill soars past
My white North Nights
imagine time
that never ends---
bodies entwined---
eternal blend
CHORUS
June 2013
V Anderson-Throop

Damn the torpedoes
Damn the torpedoes the Yanks did say,
When duds hit a Jap ship and fell away,
Firing pins weren’t working well,
One sub loosed 13 didn’t break the spell,
Just sometimes one was right.
Bloody thing would ignite,
And the Yanks would bloody yell.
Nineteen fourty four, pins good now for sure,
Sam Dealy and submarine Harder,
Transporting Aussies to Borneo, for,
To upset the Japanese pardeners,
Muiat Suki, Jap Destroyer,
charged the submarine,
Head on was sitting Harder,
1100 yards Dealy fired 3 torpedoes, i mean,
Chopped the fork out of his enchilada,
Next day at 650 yards,
Destroyer Hayanani came,
3 torpedoes hit this Destroyer,
Too many holes it was a shame,
Blew the fork out of his nighty,
Just the same,
The Reaper danced, begorrah,
Z Force men went ashore again ,
Into the wilds of Borneo, and then,
Ole Harder went a hunting men,
Of the Japanese type of fauna.
Don Johnson
Submarine Tinosa (ss283 ) July 24th 1943, attacks Japanese oiler No 3 Tonam Maru west of Truk, Tinosa fires 15 torpedoes 13 hit but only 2 explode. Tonam Maru is towed to Truk by light cruiser Izuzu and used as a floating oil storage tank.

On a clear blue night
A shadow flies across the sky
Silhouetted on a beaming moon
Silver wings of a pegasi
In the night of magic
On a mountain path
Step four golden hooves
And a single horn
On a unicorn's head moves
In the night of magic
Unicorn stands brave and tall
As the pegasus a moonlit path
And the two meet on hidden ground
In the night of magic
Folded wings gently brush
The Unicorn's silken mane
And their eyes shine brightly
With a loving glow of fame
In the night of magic
Moonlight Rendezrvous
Of two magical creatures
The luminescence of love
Shines on their shaply features
In the night of magic
You are that Unicorn
And I am the pegasus

Contract hey
Santas on the thunderbox,
Contract given to George Knox,
He bid 20cents a tin ,
To bring the crappy nightsoil in.
Crumbob poo had made his bid,
He only had 14 kids,
25 cents a tin was it,
undercut by another half wit,
Great farting in your underjocks,
when Tarring the tins for the thunderbox
Moral of this story crude,
Contracts won by the lower dude,
How to force the wages down,
Come in sucker it’s your frown
The system has you screwed…
Don Johnson

pain an suffering in the subtle hell,
where war an slaughter do so well,
to go anywhere that's nice,
a great step at any price,
enjoy your new world belle...
may happiness dispel,
cos now you have a life :)
Don
re:
"The Immigration Officer Asked Me"
Therese Bacha

Permission is needed ,
before loved ones can leave,
the heart interceded,
but spirits do grieve,
till we join back together you know:{....
so we move with the flow and the flow...
Don
re 'eternal breath' Anne Rutherford

Another job
Get yourself another job,
Says the bloody Tory snob,
Commo’s under the bed he says,
Dead an buried are those days,
Few Commo’s left Magog…
(Communists)
Trying 4 a job to get,
Tory buggers will not let,
Want the contract, just with me,
Lowest wage bidder, gets it see,
paltry greedy type of snob,
Cheapest worker gets the job,
Builds a Tory money tree,
More greed & frequently,
The rich get richer Bob,
On the sweat of thee,
Yet the unions had their way,
Got us wages for today,
Greedy master wants it cheap,
Keep down the worker, it’s a sheep,
Exploited in every day,
As the super rich do say,
Import cheap workers,
snitch,
but judgement comes to they,
born poor and in the ditch,
next time 2 suffer nasty itch,
more suffering the more
on bones of butt 4 sure,
clean bowled without a stitch,
why the suffering deplore?
Not knowing, doesn’t click,
Un-remembered crimes before,
Logic, God’s and mans do mix,
Cool reaping, are you poor?
Ol sheep…
Don Johnson

The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can
Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows
For the young pressed into service have two labors
Cabin boy or powder monkey are their favors
A fair share for those who survived
Though not to many lived to enjoy the ride
Mostly master gunners would employ the young ones
For the task of loader and powder runs
A grizzly sight to any mother of today
Blood spattered, powder covered, limbs severed portray
I dare say I met one intact and conscious
He was rude and quite audacious
No name had he just an X above the knee
His mark given by Captain of the Breeze
A sloop of war in Caribbean was this
Massacred whole crews drunk as piss
The boys attitude so moved my heart
That I had to set him free from his part
Before I saw him he was the only one left to be hanged
Port Royals mob clawed and fanged
I set to watch when I saw how young he was
I had to do something for his cause
I bid the court give me custody immediately
They awaited the response from the Admiralty
The response was yes almost to late
For the executioner just removed the safety plank
He kicked and cried for a moment then released
With the knife of the kings lease
A bruise found its way around his neck as a reminder
For a life against the grinder
I sailed him back to London to learn a trade
And go to school for a decade
I later named him after my name kidd
Later to be known as William Kidd

Vacuum of space surrounds his hold
as he leaves the fair Cappellan
Darkness without and bitter cold
he seeks the far Magellan
How far he travels in search of gold
wrinkles line his star tanned face
Shouting I AM the adventurer bold
no echos resound in space
Silence answers he is alone
darkness whispers its tragedy
the tanned faced turns to bone
an endless voyage on an endless sea.

I see little humans playing around
I fly through the clouds to and fro
I fly on the top, to search for prey
I pounce on a rabbit on the go
Extremely high altitudes, I fly on
Everything below looks negligible
Today my leap was higher than ever
To touch the stars, see if it’s possible
My flight can’t feel the pressure today
What happened to the gravity? Where am I?
Everything looks different, lighter I feel
A strong bird I am, but have the urge to cry
A round sphere I see, blue and green
A little further away, is a small whitish thing
On the other side I see, rings around a sphere
No other birds, no sound, nor a blink
I thought I could touch the stars in the sky
Perhaps I went wrong, I can’t see any star
Instead the sun is bigger, shining crudely on me
I’m lost but I recall, there’s a planet called Mars
I fly towards it, to see if life exists
I’m gonna do something even humans haven’t yet
When I reach the planet, I alone will rule
Not that I don’t now, but then I’ll be King
And show all the humans, my regime…
---
by Apoorva Patrikar
for the contest Deep Space Odyssey
sponsored by Nathan

He ventured from out of the west
In a small cabin amidships:
Stole away in an unknown quest,
Salty ocean brine wet on his lips
In the concealment of dim twilight
Neptune braced his trident,
And offered safe passage in the night
When stormy seas grew more violent
Into locks and narrow canal tide
Ocean to ocean Panama led:
Two continents yonder either side,
"No turning back now" a voice said
Starboard to port - stern to bow -
The turbines below decks on:
He'd be back someday, somehow,
But alas, not for a long time gone
Blinding rain cracked the dark sky,
And heat of hurricane wind:
Out from beyond shadows slip by
In the playground of the dolphin
Sped over vast nautical canyons
Deep into southern latitudes:
Lifeboat drills required all hands
Lest we sail a sea of vicissitudes
As a cool morning breeze rolled in
He'd hear that droning hull:
Feel the shift of the sea in motion
And watch the Albatross and gull
On his maiden voyage went he far
Into the Tasman a sea rover:
No longer shone the Northern Star
But soon the journey would be over
Natives in canoes off Tahiti - sellin'
Beads and cloths finely sewn:
Like Columbus, Cortez, and Magellan
In foreign lands not unlike his own
"Last port of call" they shouted loud
Down gangway's shiny gloss:
Ahoy! Land of the Long White Cloud -
Farewell good ship SS Southern Cross
-------------
From Port of Spain, Trinidad
To Auckland, New Zealand: Dec 1968
July 1994

The sadness of broken dreams,
the might have beens,
and the sometimes, gladness,
a life lived in between,
goodness n badness..
it would seem...
can up n downs bring madness,
when too much hurt has been?
Don
re: Debbie Duncan "Missing Pieces"

Two and sixty days ago —
Two months, or so I'm told —
I wandered, wistful, without cause,
Through a memory of old.
A hall of walls I wandered, tall,
As tall as tales I could weave,
But none as tall as this regale,
A story that you won't believe.
I walked near endless hours,
My only friends the cobblestones,
Ringing in my steps the sin
That only time atones,
When upon that pallid plaster
I did spy a shocking sight:
Upon that place's rocky face,
The wall had turned to light.
"Curious," I cooed and questioned,
Calm as I could never be,
"Perhaps it might be that this light
Is rightly mine, I see?"
And as I pondered that hall I wandered,
A chilling change I never chose arose:
That light so rife with delight and fright
Began to open, and I froze,
For that particular portcullis I pondered
Put me in a vice.
I nary noticed that walls in focus
Had changed into a hall of lights.
Transfixed, the light engulfed me so,
As slow as my bewildered head
Could comprehend the candid land
I planned my final stand in dead.
I whizzed through spaces, unknown places,
In stasis from the faceless force
When finally I fell, the frenzied light
Still tight from an unseemly source.
All at once, those two months
Became a fraction of a wink;
The frost was lost as I was tossed
Among the lights of what I think.
And where else would I find myself
But in this courtyard we call love?
My journey never left my head,
Nor bed's unconscious dreamland hub.
Two and sixty days ago,
I heard these words so true,
And in the dark they were my light:
You told me "I love you."

• under the southern cross we stand,
• and liberty is our demand,
• you stand on us , we will stand on you,
• careful how you treat us blue,
• cos we will fight , be damned....its true....Don Johnson
yes the extreme right wing is on the prowl,
bjelke in his grave might howl?
we sure remember him,
the peanut king,
brown paper bags endowed...
corruption free this crowd?
sometimes kiwi dng-a-ling,
a Premier under a cloud,
bible bashing his i ching...
re: current Police state Queensland where you can be jailed
for fifteen years for wearing a biker uniform or just the belt of.
And fifteen years is applied to any sentence mandatorily...
Bikers wear pink in the cells too?

Have you ever found yourself....
in a place you didn’t understand.
That had nothing to do with
your “real” life?
Then, memories rush back.
Ahh, everyone’s gone now
either from this earth
or they didn’t want to follow me
Through more of my trials and tribulations
or more mood swings and blood
I guess the life of a Manic Depressive
takes a different road than most.
Dramatic, unexpected choices
that threatened friend’s own marriages
“She’s so bold as to leave her husband for love”
and then it actually worked out
“Now she’s in Seattle”
“Wow, she just left her kids”
Assumptions were consistently made
with no grounds whatsoever
They didn’t know
that I was so vulnerable, I allowed myself to be Placed here.
and that I was so stuck, I couldn’t get myself out.
My heart ached, yet nobody asked me. Nobody knew.
It’s time to go now.
My window of opportunity.
As vulnerable as ever,
But more desperately needing....
I want Me again
with choices
needing to know it’s still possible
to be out from under and be free. For once.
Nobody knew . But I did.

Hussshhhh of the sea breeze
Bolobok Cave nears it
Rain drops falling on my face
Trim down my long pony-tailed hair
Small crabs crawling over the brownish sand surface
Small stones scattered over
Small caves with limestone
And having freshwater downstairs
Said there were ladders to climb and unclimb
To see the down caves
Now in a mysterious looks waiting for renovations
Where are these caretakers of nature?
The beauty of eye lenses looking at it
Please come and rescue this whispering ambiance of serenity
For generations to enjoy
If this is an early human settlement
Come take your responsibility
Oh the caretakers please come
Thank you
3 January 2013
Early Human Settlement
Bolobok Cave (Sungab Bulubuk)
Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island
Sulu Archipelago

Let me sing you a tale, a story of old,
Of a man without fear, of a knight brave and bold,
He sought out adventures, whenever they called,
And the name of this knight was Sir Archibald.
Whilst out riding his horse, a steed of great power,
He saw in the distance a creepy old tower,
At the top of this tower lived a pretty young maid,
Who was cold and was lonely and longed to be saved.
“Oh Sir Archibald, won’t you please rescue me?
I’m stuck in this tower and there’s nowt on TV.
I’m forced to stay in here, and wash all these socks,
While the evil Black Knight holds the keys to the locks.”
Sir Archibald loved the maiden so fair,
With her glittering eyes and her long golden hair.
“Of course I will save you!” was the knight’s brave reply,
“Or at least I shall give it a jolly good try!”
Sir Archie rode onwards, as fast as he could,
Until he came to the edge of the wood,
And there stood before him a terrible sight,
The tall, strong and mighty, the evil Black Knight.
The Black Knight was massive, someone to be feared,
With a scar on his face and a huge tatty beard,
Our villain’s description is only complete,
When we mention his dark eyes and big smelly feet.
“What do you want?!” called he with the big booming voice,
Of a man you’d avoid if were given the choice,
“You’ve got a young girl there, who you must set free.
Let her go now, or else answer to me!”

Long ago and far away
In a town called Mellongourd,
There was a boy who tried his hand
At training with a sword
The boy was young and energetic,
But not quite agile and free.
He stumbled and bumbled and tripped and fell,
Right into the apple tree
The boy was small and very weak
And he wasn’t too quick with a blade,
But the boy was smart and much too clever
And he never acted afraid
Now over the hill and ‘round the bend,
There was a giant cave.
And in that cave there lived a dragon
Who made even the mighty no longer brave
And ev’ry night at ten-o-clock
The dragon would visit the town
The people screamed and hid and ran
Yet in his fire they still would drown
This lonesome town had a kind
Who feared the mighty beast,
“Whoever kills this thing,” he said,
“Will be thrown a splendid feast.”
So knight and knight would try again
Only to be defeated
They’d try to trick the awful thing
But it simply couldn’t be cheated
Every day as new knights marched by,
The boy would smile and wave.
He’d watch them go up to battle,
And most likely their grave.
Constantly the boy would train
With his combat teacher
For the boy had a simple, sly plan
To slay the awful creature.
One day the boy thought he was ready
To complete his dangerous task.
He grabbed his sword and shield
As well as a large bucket and a flask
That night the boy snuck out of his house
And went on the small dirt path.
He reached the dragon’s gigantic lair
And hoped he wouldn’t feel its wrath.
The boy reached the dragon’s hollow
And stuck his head inside
“Come on out, you mean ol’ monster!”
He prayed he wouldn’t be fried.
The boy began to survey his surroundings,
To ensure his plan for the brawl.
He saw some trees, a river,
And the massive, stony cave wall
When the dragon slithered out of his den,
He was met with a sly smirk.
The dragon reared back to burn the boy
Then, “Wait! Don’t be such a jerk!”
The dragon stopped and stared at him
As the boy pulled out his shield.
“What does it prove to burn a young boy?”
He asked as he backed into the field.
“Nothing, I suppose,” the dragon muttered
And scratched his scaly head.
“But what do I do, if I don’t burn you?”
The dragon slowly said.
“Well first of all, you could prove to everyone
That you can burn anything to the third degree
If you can, you will be more than able
To scorch that massive tree
“Of course I can,” the dragon scoffed
And reared its mighty head
With a giant breath and a burst of flames,
The tree was gone and the ashes were red

There were Indians just over the Brazos
With a buffalo herd in between
They weren’t trying to stay hidden
They wanted to be seen
The chief of these Comanche
Buffalo Hump by name
They say no one's looked him in the eyes
Was ever quite the same
The COL said go parlay
Invite the chief to sup
I want to look him in the eye
And determine just what’s up
With our white sheet fluttering in the wind
Like the scalps on the big Chief’s lance
We started out across the plain
Taking quite a chance
Our crooked-tooth Pawnee scout
Led the way through the herd
Through the smell of a thousand animals
And the sound that would drown each word
I felt and smelled their hot breath
As I rode my pony near
I turned my pony into the throng
A pathway none too clear
Inching through the buffalo
Blinded by the dust
I held on fast to the reins
Just riding my pony's trust
Once through the thundering buffalo
I glanced up to the rise
The Indians still were waiting there
Much to my surprise
The Pawnee scout then turned to us
Said if they should attack
First take out the big chief
Then that little one in the back
I can understand the big chief
But why the little guy
He said he’s like a badger
He’ll fight until he dies
He said that one's a horse thief
The best you'll ever find
He'll snatch a horse from under you
As if you had gone blind
The big chief started towards us
Shut up the Pawnee said
You young boys keep your damn traps shut
I’ll do the talking instead
The Comanche’s body shone with grease
Had a necklace made of claws
He had a stench about him
That made you gag and pause
My eyes met the chief’s eyes
My hand rested on my gun
He had a look could kill a soul
But I was too scared to run
The Pawnee and Comanche
Spoke in some foreign tongue
I vowed to learn their language
While I was still young
Then all at once the chief turned
And rode on up the hill
Our Pawnee scout turned back for camp
But I just sat there still
For he had pointed at me
With that scalp encrusted lance
And said he’d have MY scalp one day
If he ever got the chance
For last week on the Brazos
Someone had killed his son
And looking me right in the eye
He knew I was the one
Mdailey 2/26/12
1st place finish in contest
For PD’s contest dare. Chapter 11 of Dead Man's Walk by Larry McMurtry. It has been years since I read a western but am finding this one interesting.

and round an round we go,
getting it wrong you know,
no instructions can be woe,
will i get it right this time,
or commit another crime,
to come back again though,
i've been a so n so,
will my spirit ever shine,
on the 7th level sublime,
i just don't bloody know???
re: "Life, Death, Rebirth ...Carol brown
Don Johnson

Yes Good one Frank...but now for the strange one johnson hehehe...
over a number of years my mother has been predicting droughts....
we usually get a drought after one good year! then 3 years of drought!
the last 4 have been climate change but wet years...? NO DROUGHT IN AUSTRALIA???
with my practice of visualize healing bulging aortas by seeing them shrink in my mind...
i took to seeing L s coming to the south east here, we really need water! we have had lows coming south???
coincidently we have had lots of rain ...this last month i have been seeing the L on the weather map on tv coming here to Brisbane...more coincidence hey...safer predicting a low than a cyclone ...my mum is almost convinced ???
The last few days we had a low form in the gulf of carpenteria and travel down the coast 2 thousand miles to Brisbane, where it is very wet and soggy currently.....Don xo

I am trying to read a heart.
To read it from a pair of beautiful eyes.
Nothing that I can see.
Only a heart alone can see.
There is a heart I can hear.
Singing along in a tiny voice I feel.
A whisper from it makes me smile.
A smile that eternally lives in the heart.
A memory to remember.
I love you, peace.
Layag Sug!

us deranged poets doubt the day,
if sharp of mind is on display,
or am i somewhere up the creek
looking for to find the leak,
me mentals gone astray...
up the creek with a brain thats addled,
calamity till im unsaddled,
or freak
so watch yer back, 4 gross attack ,
from some deranged of snyde,
imagination is on track,
sidestep ol suicide....
re "Edge of Insanity"
good work Anthony Nutter!
Don

Road Rager Gnome
There I was a going home,
4pm traffic going flowing,
driving me little Corolla, going,
when I saw this fool Road Rager ,
he seemed to lunge his car at me ,
and stop just short deliberately,
to try to cast some fear, in me,
just a bit of temper black,
I must have cut him off, perhaps,
His new Ford shining glass like wax,
He flew up the inside track,
And cut me off sharply,
Whack,
I’d left the braking a little late,
My bumper bruised 2 doors his fate,
His fear now multiplying,
Me ole car was critisising,
this silly flaming chap,
He roared amongst on-coming cars,
Put one on the footpath, shocked alas,
Flew down a side-street, so harassed,
His tyres had smoke arising,
So I kept on a driving home,
No bumper bent on me bloody own,
A lesson taught, the Rager Gnome,
Don’t try it I’m advising.
Don Johnson

its awesome.
let us enjoy this for the moment
and plan the things for our future.
i think i found my way.
that way and destination is you.
that's not right.
what is right for you
i shouldn't be the destination
its the language of art.
to mean i would be with you
go beyond me.
i am just one piece
we go beyond you together.
after reaching you, we can go beyond together.
i don’t know, dream big for yourself.
i will support you
if you want to change things, change society, do things
i will!
layag sug!

Yes memorys are in our heads.
My sister worked in a drapery shop,
and had an older guy putting his hands on her at 14 (stop)
....she could have told father who would have slam dunked his hide....(flop)
my dad that threw an insurance guy over the front gate,
for trying to sign this boy up for unwanted insurance. mate, (tried)
So you see George Dibly was walking on dangerous ground:)
So he put his hands on her once more, round,
and she jabbed him with a long hatpin, 4 inch or more
he fell to the floor in near death shock,
and didn't do it no more...
completely cured, for sure:)
hatpins sure do rock...
Don
thanks Mikki....

Trish n Joan
In life you sometimes do see,
A person almost identical, gee,
The funny laugh the little quirks,
One like the other smirks,
almost identically,
then one is drawn to the other,
Greenslopes hospital to die for one,
Age difference of a daughter and mother,
But strangers definetly seem to come,
One soul two people see,
Together, one set free,
Nursed by the other one,
She smiles at death and leaves,
Her alter ego grieves,
Remembers well this one,
I told the nurse that Joan had fish,
Goldfish in the swimming pool,
A loud voice in Trishs’ head,
“Said they’re Koi you bloody fool,”
a connection overruled,
Joan had the last word said,
Death aint no barrier, cool!!!
Don Johnson

Deep thought
reality sometimes lets you in,
thoughts are deeds, see em pass,
across the mind, what a blast,
without a hint of sin....
let no evil thought exude,
see your sister healthy dude,
see aorta shrinking bulge,
see it happen , me indulge,
cos it can be true,
xray says it do,
Worked on cousin Alice….
Link her face with trouble too,
See her getting better, blue,
Thoughts are deeds, the magic place,
Within your mind the interface,
The helper can be you!
Positivity IS our place….
Don Johnson
Thank you Joe Maverick….

Hey, how are you
Have you heard this one?
Where there’s a midnight sun
Listen to me now,
Listen up young one
One day I left someone
Where did you say
you were going?
She looked so sad
with her tears showing
showing her a map of you,
around the world to you,
flying so fast at you,
I left my Papua New Guinea,
my home sweet home for you.
So... like déjàvu,
You look so...
Do I know you?
No, don't say no...
I know you!
you were in my dreams
You know that moment,
when you see her,
smile,
the light,
that shines,
that lifts you high
into outer space so high
oh how I longed for you,
Just you and me,
your seasons, my wonder..
I wonder when thunders,
remind my mind,
my sleeping child,
suddenly awake,
But Nova's away..
They say people say,
you'd miss home,
you'll miss POM..
you said no,
No, No, No
you'll be home
From winter to Autumn
Just you and I
you'll be fine
So when the leaves fall,
Or when snow falls,
Remember me,
Remember us,
Our time, may be dying,
Maybe someday I'll find,
My child no child,
and the sun so fine,
I'll be home bound,
To my Ocean playground..

I'm addicted to a dangerous love affair
This town is so crazy the rules isn't fair
I'm in church alone on the phone wondering if I'll ever found my home
Laughing with life thinking its not right
Run a mile through the night
Dirty sneakers that the life
Walking in the rain with you by my side
Thinking about you all day
Sitting on a bench texting you on the phone
Everyday is my way
Knowing I'm young I still got to be strong
People tell me this is a hard world
But it'll be okay

Men were given total dominion
over all living things, and when
they subdued their enemy:
they were granted immortality!
Beside every great warrior of old,
there was a strong woman of humility,
who gave him a victorious sword;
and helped him change the course of history!
Emperess Theodora was one of them to show adversity;
when Noka's revolt broke out: she decided to stay,
while her hushand, Justinian, fled the city;
what an admirable act of feminity!
Beside every great warrior of old,
there seems to be a look of invincibility,
a defying moment to obtain glory;
and the cost for a golden crown is well-known!
Be the warrior of modern times, treatened by fear and fragility,
seek out the man you were destined to be;
trust that woman who posseses internal beauty,
and beside this warrior, her courage will guide you with dignity!

They resembled two spoiled kids
getting what they wanted and not settling for less,
so they took on the challenge of an unthinkable task:
to gather the most food before dusk.
But neither the rabbit nor the fox
had thought hardly enough to get it done timely without ever slowing done and rest;
they knew there should have been been a max
and the less they brought back to their hiding, the more they were put to the test.
Frantically, the rabbit and the fox scurried back and forth,
of course the rabbit was slower and the fox much faster...
whom do you think would have won this bet,
when they had quitted and held their breath?
Many gess it would have been the speedy fox,
other may have not considered the feeble rabbit!
But in being so lazy and hasty, the anxious fox
dropped may findings along his way, never minding
of stopping, even glancing back...thinking it would slow him down!
How clever and careful was the laborious rabbit:
he gathered more than the fox and not wasting a minute!
Oh, how proud was the rabbit...oh, how envious was the fox!

Ancient evil never leaves us,
Greed it operates for gain,
Dollar rich but spirit poor,
poor in death you do remain,
Come again to suffer pain,
Keep on coming till you’re sane,
Again, again and yet again,
Till you reach the final shore,
Linger longer, use the brain?
Written is you will endure,
Till you get it right, yet sure,
Death an birth you come again.
Don

SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL
She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me
At the slightest suspicion of insubordination,
Leaving me cowering with fear, I love her just the same,
Perhaps much more than I ‘ve ever loved anybody else before!
I may ‘ve become certifiable as a result, who knows,
But whatever the case may be,
pray don’t judge me harshly until you ‘ve heard me out.
I love her for the same farcical reason that Socrates
Ostensibly loved that cantankerous woman Xantippe.
By temperament and upbringing, I find a woman who
Stands up to a man much more appealing than one
Who’s obsequious and complaisant!
What happened to me, therefore, was no accident but a
quantum leap; I had no control what so ever over the turn of events
That got us this far in our fledgling relationship.
Ever since I met her, my life, which had hitherto been
Fairly peaceful and uneventful, has, all of a sudden,
Taken a dramatic turn.
And like a minx, she has so turned my head around
I can’t tell for certain whether I am coming or I am going!
Suffice to say I’ve been acting up silly and rather foolishly
For a grown up person (I don’t know whether or not I still
Have any semblance of an ego left, what with this
Attractive je ne sais quoi I find so irresistible about her!)
Oh no, don’t tell me I’ve been doing this all for the
Wrong reasons ! or that I am laying it on thick.
It’s only me who knows exactly what I am feeling.
Besides, I am not talking morals here, I am talking
About what it feels like to love somebody to a fault.
If she did walk out on me now I can guarantee you
That would certainly be the death of me!
I am sure that’s not what you would all like
To see happen to me just yet unless of course
You’ve been spoiling for my death while pretending to be my friends.
When all else is said and done, I’d rather be
Henpecked than let go of this maverick specimen of womankind
Who has lodged herself in my life uninvited,
Making it her home, and has since then never failed
To drive me up the wall like a slave-driver with her rod.
Not only is she good sport, but like a morning
Star she’s such fun to be with, I promise you!
OLIVER MUKEMU

The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear
Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne
I've wroot my song of skreighs
He tore the lyf out of me
In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me
Wistful - I am no bride to be
Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs
I cede to thee, deathly colleen
Though remains - façades of humanity
Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams
Casted by the lote of she
Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er!
Caught with twain
W'ie or swain
Angel dearest so fair - love does not share
Seemed a crux, when eath is lone
I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me
Or was this not meant to be
Eros's deceit
So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be

Equality revolution
Oh he raised 5 thousand million,
The anquidated poor,
The estimated 5 billion,
The persecuted sure,
In passive revolution,
Equality of state,
All equal under the sod,
The equalizer fate,
(Death)
Superich reduced to naught,
The wealth regenerates,
The robber barons'greed, owed ought,
No pennies on their plate,
South island of New Zealand,
A penal place 2 hold ,
The greedy rich of criminals and,
Igloos for the cold.
Drop from 2o thousand feet,
Cold blooded murderers, without soul,
To shatter on their impact, sweet,
Aim 4 the old south pole?
Don Johnson

an round n round the curses go,
beneath the ancient misletoe,
little mirror faces show,
the cursed the cursed yet cursed,
do flow.....Don
"As curses do go,
they lose their flow,
when they come around,
to my abound,
its a safe blow,"
from Russell Sivey

I have tried the visualization for 2o years, it worked to fix a broke back on myself,
which it 100% today....tried shrinking a bulging almost bursting aorta on my poor cousin Alice ...the xray said it shrunk twice by half an inch...
Imagination is a powerful tool, we have forgotten how to use!
When you get proof its more interesting:)
I do see the Lord in my mind and ask for people cures, eg my neuralgia which went immediately with a shudder as i saw the Christ, great faith or imagination???
God is reality for me, i have no doubt!
loves you
Don

4 the super rich,
the bullys fate,
what's in store,
4 the hogs debate,
very true Harry mate,
but will they slip through the,
camels needle eye gate,
when judgement comes, true blue,
when money wont suck you through,
a pain in the ole prostate,
get it gone the ill gotten dues,
how do it go "the rich have more chance, of slipping a camel through the eye of a needle, than entering the kingdom of heaven" ?
Don
re: On the Soles of your Shoes
Harry J Horsman

Black Poison 2
Black Poison was on Cubbie ,
the famous cotton station, (just sold $300 million to the Chinese)
Bronco Don swapped him off, to a future relation
Bill Brummell wanted to try him in the sulky,
Yes in the rough n bulky ,
But not no more a riding,
yes sweetheart, no bloody way.
20 Pigsnouts was the payment, that Bill did pay, (wild pig bounty paid)
So he strapped him in, to try the black by half,
So he reared and struck and kicked a bit,
Snapped off both the sharves,
He kicked the rough n bulky ,
Scattered it all around the yard,
And chased Bill round the horse paddock,
To bite n strike n kill,
Billy jumped the fence,
No not a bloody thrill.
So Don gave back the Pigsnouts ,
And the black he went away ,
Up to the gulf country 2 thousand miles, I say,
Territory drover brought him back so fat n shiny,
Don saw and laughed and said you couldn't ride him, hey.
Boss drover swore and said " you can't ride him either,"
A carton was the bet , (fourex beer)
Don rode the pigrooter in his Snieder , (poley saddle )
He bucked around the Billlabong,
He tried running under low trees,
The spurs they gouged him proper ,
He sprang up from his knees,
Couldn't drop Don either.
Don rode him back to town ,
To see my mum to be,
Her father Charlie Brummell, said with a frown,
Don, do just one thing for me,
"Never ride this black demon"
And so it was you see.
Poison now joined the Rodeo ,
and ran with their bucking horses,
he'd throw you off n stomp on yo,
and bite n strike of course.
So he wound up in the long paddock,
The Stock Route fed him well,
But no they couldn't ride him ,
Black Poison came from hell.
Don Johnson
http://www.indiaeveryday.in/video/p/black-poison2-wmv/YL9KNg0DXW0.htm

the shoulder chip remains,
the world disdains,
till the casket thinks its over,
and we come together, cant explain,
just some ancient tale of lovers,
with just the smell of rain,
sweet rolling in the clover,
perchance again,
not over till its ova,
return my angel swain,
though i be daed an slain,
when a new century past october,
i will wait again :)
just johnson reborn,
the rover,
too early 2 explain....
Don

introduction: We have two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet but one soul.
We came to this world for many purposes, for many tests. And among all the tests, we are
here to find our perfect companion to make our lives actually complete and start a new
expedition. Two tracks merged into one that can never be separated. And to make the ground
not get cracked, we need to be that strong enough…no matter how many earthquake drives by.
When the glowing sun will shine,
I’ll start my quest to seek my fate
The moment when you will be mine,
You will know why you’re so great
Now, I’ve tried so hard to make you realize
You really don’t have to be afraid,
Of all the things you feel alive
Your soul is as elegant as a pure jade
When time comes we all have to go,
Because life never stays all frozen
And when the night falls upon your door,
I need you to be Notbroken.
When I’m gone, you be strong
I need you to wipe your tears and believe,
No matter how far away, I’m always here with you
As you’re my truth, my fate, my everything...

The smell
What is that smell? Can’t you tell,
It’s just some tory twit,
Crawling up to the masters well,
To see if he can fit,
They whinge an whine about the time,
When we all worked for naught,
Unions got us money fine,
But then, greed for cheap was thought,
So the rich Hoggy went offshore,
Sweatshops in Asia still,
Greedy piggy he wants more,
Exploit the poor he will,
A hundred thousand workers came,
Cheap labor in our land,
Get em cheap, overseas the same,
The poor are in demand,
So vote for your master,
The one who despises you ,
Cheap labor for-ever after,
Till eternity does spew…
Don:}

THE MONSTER
by Frank Halliwell
Jimboomba, Australia.
Public Domain.
In the northwest foothills of the mount
That's known as Tamborine,
When the evening mists swirl up
In a surrealistic scene,
The landscape writhes beneath the moon
And black-lined, scudding clouds,
And in the swamps, the tea-trees
Wear their foggy, dripping shrouds.
When the purple shadows lengthen
On the flanks of Tamborine,
And the bleak wind wails in lonely gums,
Then races on unseen,,,
The somber ribbet of the frogs,
The music of the night,
And suddenly a hunting owl
Glides by in silent flight.
Amid the high-pitched cricket sounds..
The lowing of a cow..
A hint of sound just past that dam,
The frogs fall silent now..
And even the cicadas cease
As if in deadly fear...
The world stands still...
There's not a sound..
A silence
you can
hear.
And then, a sobbing, strangled cry,
like someone sorely maimed..
The monster then, has struck again,
Another victim claimed.
It prowls around Maclean's bridge,
Verses dripping from it's jaws.
The locals live in terror
Of that huge voracious maw.
For years he's fed it bits of rhyme,
To whet it's appetite,
Then loosed it on a trusting world,
One dark and dreadful night.
The populace has vanished,
From this land of brave, bold men..
For Johnson's rhyming monster
Is upon the land again !!!
Dedicated to Don Johnson, of Nash road who must bear much of the responsibility for inflicting the monster on the world.

The tree of life feels the woodsmans axe,
and thinks such is life when the timber cracks,
and consciousness is free,
departing from this tree,
not dead the spirit see,
the tree of life is whacked,
let the buggers be!
re: " Hammer In Hand"
Debbie Duncan
by Don

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.
so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,
here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...
into the light of a love letter written to dawn.
soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,
way down deep on the inside,
...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,
flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,
watered and deeply cared for...
O' Eden.
I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,
I wish a sun-rise.

Greenslopes
Greenslopes Army hospital was ,
For the returned soldiers cos,
They needed repatriation,
For war causes sickness of,
BEWARE
Bronco-Don was there again,
Suffering trauma and the pain,
Till a scan was sought because,
THEY
Put his head in a vice like grip,
Said it wouldn’t hurt a bit
Pumped in dye, bad hurt, Tom-Twit,
But Johnson didn’t cry,
THEY
Took his head out of the stocks,
HE
Grabbed the specialist by his frock,
Strangled him right to the floor,
“you said it wouldn’t hurt for sure?”
near death came as a shock,
for doctor macintosh,
bad Johnson evermore,
his bloody lot,
the score,
SOMETIMES THE BLOOD GETS HOT,
You bastards know whaffor….
Don Johnson

Leccy Powers in the Air
Nikola Tesla knew the score,
back there, wayback in 1894,
send-em power through the post,
bloody radio antennae, sends the ghost ,
wireless sends the power,
from the insulated tower,
tuned aeriel sucks the most,
fine tuned it is the host,
a quarter wave deflowers,
when electric car un-powers,
recharge from power radio remote,
a constant radio wave, unquote,
or constant flow empowers,
Leccy car you Billy Goat ! :}-
So ac power is in the air,
detected by the car, right there,
powered then the Billy Goat,
tuned aerial , sucks in the voltage, know it!
Leccy car can run 4 sure!
Don't need no petrol, where?
just leccy techs, leccy motors go-at,
says johnson, with a slight unquote,
the new world is to share,
if it catches em by the throat,
the dimwits wouldn't dare,
but some ones got to show it ?
Eg frequency of 27 megacycles cb radio 27,000,000 a second.
So put a 9 foot antennae on you car to receive the signal current?
It works out shorter for much faster frequencies like your mobile phone.
A few inches, a few centimeters etc...
So the sent electricity gets collected at the right length antennae and
runs the leccy motor in your car...sounds cool to me …
id be wearing wellies or gum boots to avoid a shock from the powered antennae 250volts maybe, if I touched it:} kill switches needed hey...
Don Johnson
BEFORE 20,000 YEARS AGO THE ATLANTEAN PEOPLE OF THE RED SKIN TYPE,
HAD SUBMARINES AND AEROPLANES. {VALIXI}. POWERED AND CONTROLLED BY RADIO WAVES TECHNOLOGY REMOTELY..{ARE WE TOO RETARDED TO DO IT???}...INDUS VALLEY PEOPLE HAD VIMANA
FLYING MACXHINES TOO AT THAT TIME....AND WROTE HOW FIX THE MERCURY ENGINE...
Do we have to res-surect ole Tesla?
to get it to work? ac electricity can be
transmitted through the air! as he said...
easily converted to dc voltage by rectifiers...as in power supplys....
like having your own power pole on the car...

she seems like a saint in my dark moments
as she graces me with her gentle smile
because her nomadic heart came to rest for
a butterfly's moment within my grasp
and with noble intent i heart and soul to her attentions
so she unsticks my head
with her own road of good intentions
she is tender in my wilderness
placing small acts of cataclysm in my path
to dislodge my mud filled head
and with her devices nailed to my mind
it is easier to think so i think
so with her delighted mind she tinkers
with my comfort zone
trying to find the greasy spoon
that i eat my metaphysical meals with
leaves me hungry for words
when it comes time to put pen to paper
my head full of mud
grapple with the notions of her divinity
but the weight of thinking too much
keeps me from doing freestyle take to wing
so it is me that must unstick
from her influences
and her rubber band heart
that keeps bouncing back

My grandmother came from Ireland
from far across the sea.
She had romantic tales to tell
to Sister and to me.
She angered my darling mother
by filling up our heads
with stories of the little folk
who lived beneath our beds.
She whispered us a secret that
our mama didn’t know.
She said that it would be better
if we would keep it so.
When she crossed the sea from Ireland,
she had a little lad.
He was already two years old
before she met Granddad.
She told Grandfather her story,
a selkie stole her heart.
He came as a handsome mortal
and fooled her from the start.
He loved her and then he left her,
was claimed back by the sea.
The only thing she had of him
was a wee lad to be.
She knew right from the start, her son
was borrowed fom the sea.
In time his tie to land would end
however long that be.
She watched him growing tall, with dread,
as handsome as his sire.
He wandered near or wandered far,
girls gathered to admire.
Before our eyes our grandma changed
and she became the girl
who long ago had loved a man
who set her heart awhirl.
He had deep eyes of darkest brown,
and unreal velvet skin.
He charmed her as no Irish lad
would know how to begin.
“Where is he then, our dear uncle?”
My sister and I cried.
“I guess the folks who knew him well,
would tell you that he died.
They saw him walking by the sea,
watching the tide come in.
Though we searched for many a day
he was not seen again.”
Now when I see the silky seals
on warm rocks in the sea
I fancy one is a selkie,
who looks a bit like me.

( I have read that male selkies are very handsome in their human form and have great seduction powers over mortal women. Poor grandma then was a young Irish lass, full of dreams and he was so handsome. In their true form they look very much like seals.)

New front door key
If your lock wont keep out a friend.
Check the house for other locks {same}is the trend,
if it has also a key,
do like I did diddlee did de,
swap the key barrells over ,
and a new front door has key,
that wont open ah heheheh...
till you use the right key, poor Rover....
Don Johnson

I remember after about 1990,
i was using a computer xt type, speed 1o megahertz,
screen used to burn me eyes, so i used dark glasses,
i had just put some story on the hard drive and it died,
leaving me stranded with no back up of a few hours of work...
always make a back up hey....Don
ps..S C B love the flow an rhyme of this poem..."Bumpy Cyber Space" Carol Brown
Don

Upon this night I worrie about this sight
It is to dare be in fright
All the thing will be among the souls to tell run from here to scare us all to hell
Now we must try with all I might to not lose our faith upon this night
For the gates of hell will surly open up and send among us all evil demons
This I am sure will animal and humans both give a fright
Please we all need to take heed tonight
Stay indoors tonight out of sight
Lie the morning light come so bright
Right her might so all the demons will lose their might
So they will return to hell with out the right
No more souls did they take this night

A clever work indeed,
But you must really need,
Either a doctor or a goat,
It's up to you to vote,
In this poem you come acrostic,
To shepherds as diagnostic
As a woman a tad too caustic,
Of their herd's fruit a bit bombastic
I think they see with herder's eye,
You had too much Shepherd's Pie!!
Ha! Ha!

Blossom
Just grab a seat on that stump lad, and I'll take centre stage,
With a yarn about a small brown donk, and a lad about your age.
And thanks much for the offer, but I'll give the beer a miss,
I've got half a cup of coffee here, and I'll be drinking this.
One afternoon, just as the sun was starting to go down,
Dad chased him on an errand, to the little shop in town.
Now this young fella blazed along, the old ute fairly flew,
About as close to the speed o' light as the four wheel drive would do.
And as he roared up a small hill, just standing past the top,
Was a jenny donk with a half grown foal, and the young lad couldn't stop.
The jenny was the closest and she took the deadly blow,
But her body saved her little one, although she'd never know.
The young lad checked the jenny out, but she'd begun the flow,
To that great green meadow in the sky, where all the donkeys go.
The foal was badly bashed up, with her hide all torn and slashed,
But her eyes were bright and she might be right...stitched up where she was gashed.
So he huffed and puffed and heaved and swore, and he got her in the back,
And he set out for the vet that lived a bit further down the track.
And the vet, he laboured mightily to save that battered foal,
And by dawn's first light after that long night, he finally reached his goal.
So young lad took the small donk home, and in the course of time,
They left the territory, for Queensland's sunny clime.
He finished up in barracks, for the company took him in,
And gave him work, down in the mine, scratchin' round for tin.
He'd seen the poincianas bloom, their crimson flowers aflame,
And so he called her 'Blossom', and that became her name.
Now the Isa's not the most thrilling place there is along the track,
So he taught young Blossom a trick or two, to help take up the slack.
To stand with forelegs on his shoulders, (gawd, that lad was game!)
And to stretch out on an empty bunk, a trick that brought her fame.
For the common ass is pretty smart, her funny looks aside,
And she soon preferred the soft-sprung bed to the cold hard dirt outside.
And though the blokes would chase her out when time had come for rest.
She'd soon sneak back through the open door to the bed she liked the best
And most of the guys didn't really mind, and felt a little quiet pride,
In this funny donk who made them laugh, but left her souvenirs outside.
Ah yes, and she had one more quirk, that I'll add to this log,
On a hot day, she'd walk up to you, and lick you, like a dog.
I guess it was a need for salt, that's found in many forms
To fill her need she found a source on miners sweaty arms.
Now the office took a new man on, and assigned him to his shift,
To start on monday morning, at the number seven lift.
And this was friday, fairly late, so with the weekend free,
He took his wad and went to town, to celebrate, you see.
So several hours later, and much the worse for wear.
This fella staggered back again, without a single care.
He managed to remove his clothes, with a lot of crashing sound,
Then held on tight with knuckles white, as the room went round and round
Eventually he fell asleep as the booze turned out his light,
And Blossom, at the same time, gave up grazing for the night.
She came on tiptoe down the room, as only donkeys can.
And gazed in silent disbelief at this new, intruding man.
Who'd taken without sanction, her comfy little bed.
And left our donk with no good place to rest her weary head.
She put her head down close to his and snuffled in his ear
Well then, perhaps a slurp or two, might bring him past the beer.
At last in desperation, she put her lips up to his ear
And loosed a mighty donkey's bray, that those in town could hear,
And followed with a lot of slurps to help her win the toss,
And ensure that he would stay alert 'till she got her point across.
Yes lad, I woke in terror, and much dismay at those
Two big brown eyes like dinner plates, and enormous roman nose.
And ears like radar dishes and a voice like a cannon's roar.
So I up, and out, and down the road, and I run for a mile or more.
So that was when I took the pledge and swore right off the grog.
And vowed that I'd spend no more nights in alcoholic fog.
And when I feel that stirring urge, I'll go out and get some grub,
And never, never, ever, chat up sheilas in a pub.
I've spent lots of nights, out on the grog, when we had got our pay,
And woke beside some dreadful dogs, come the cold gray light of day.
But let me tell you matey, no one's ever seen a sight,
Like her that woke me with a kiss, that awful friday night.
Frank Halliwell
Submitted: Sunday, September 28, 2008

derriere...
the spirit spark within me laughs,
thinks when death does get his chance,
my mates be there with bulldust chaff,
for spirit wise, few bloody harps,
perhaps, i should have learned some craft,
but i don't bloody care :)
wingless without a prayer,
the wanderer is where?
some other bugger laughed...
you're on your derriere...
at last….
Don Johnson

The semblance of existence remains in the worth of our lives,
In the structure of what grows within;
Yet the good of all mankind is measured by its worth
And not by the makeup of those lives;
Still ponder the signs of our thoughts and beliefs
And the structure of the ideas therein
We remain beneath the starlit side of the moon,
Forever lost in a light still unseen;
And the intention of ones worth is measured by its character
Until the structure of that character is consumed;
Farewell to the uncertainties of our faith
And what is held in the structure within
Could time in passage take the worth of us all?
Like a faun in the winter of its being;
But instilled our memories seem so long to depart
That the structure of thought is no more!
For a shadow is lost in silent demise
Hidden in the structure within

I know, you do know,
I love you.
But I'm sure, God knows
I love you.
I swear, by my only Lord.
The only, like my love to you.
You're my love.
Remain deep in my heart.
I love my love.
I swear, by the Lord, and my God.
I love you
I love you
I love you
So much!

Once existed an indian
Tribe from Algonquian
Linguistic stock.
Warlike in nature:power
Of the colonists were
Curtailed.
The hammer of God,
Fearless,death looms
Wherever they tread.
Fierce-looking on horse-
Backs-the foreign
Shackles of slavery,they
Broke.
Slaves from other tribes
They made.
An ally of the English,
They triumphed over the
French.
The only shinning star in
The region,this dreaded
Tribe its identity it lost:the
Death of their fallen
Leader-the last of the
Mohicans,was the demise
Of a new birth.

you held me close, to smell my fear
i froze in time, when you came near
lips on lips, you taste the bitterness
truth be told, you need forgiveness
i speak my heart, you remember lies
my soul cried out under midnight skies
the pain would leave, as it always would
my scars remained but i hid as best i could
its hard to speak with a mouth sewn shut
i want to heal from the deepest cut
scared to breathe my heartbeats loud
i felt alone in the biggest crowd
my tunnel vision started to cure
the vision of life is a powerful lure
so i said goodbye to the darken night
and crawled my way back to the beacon of light.

White light of healing
See yourself in mind of eye,
Christ spirit is a drawing nigh,
Bright of white a flowing through,
Black blockages a changing too,
The healing power of white,
The lords love and his might,
A healing, just for you!
White of light with tint of blue
See it filling all of you,
Casting woe, depression, it,
Washed away, white light, Tom-Tit,
Till there is no more blue,
The lords light filling you,
To make you well and fit!
Spirit in your body holds,
Nasty blocks from days of old,
White light can banish this,
Black blockage is dismissed,
White of light takes hold
And you are good as gold,
Your spirit would insist!
Don Johnson
We are spiritual beings who inhabit an imperfect human body, we can use our spiritual being to improve our health by removing the black blockages,
By seeing it happen in our minds eye…

Religions
Take a good look at the bigger religions,
All started by God to give us some law,
His son Adam/Christ,
in a multitude of regions,
Do you think that the others,
he really abhors,
His only begotten son,
came as Enoch of old,
But never to die,
he was carried away,
A chariot of fire,
and burning brimstone,
Returning to God,
his will and the way,
As ye sow, so ye reap,
and karma subtle so sweet,
Doing time, on little hell earth,
Hell hinted at, upon you,
surely does creep,
Next time you’re coming ,
Your value , your worth?
In the earth,
If any today:)
Don Johnson

I am small never been tall..
I take risk but i scare to fall..
I put my heart as well as my soul..
Ultimately and completely my all...
They said i have a big amazing heart..
What they don't know it's only like a quart..
I love the character and the art..
These all that i always regard..
Hugs and kisses are for free..
These are simple gestures, for free..
I do not want nor need any fee..
Wholeheartedly, i'll be doing it with glee..
I give as much as i can give...
I love as much as i can love..
All i know is that i have only one life to live...
Whatever, i desire to do i will now...
For if i may not do it now...
There might come a time..
I will regret why i did not do...

Snickering sods with feet of clay,
Who can we friggen rob today,
Knock down the cleaners wage some more,
Contracted 200 less a week 4 sure,
And yes it is a fact,
The tory bustards hate the poor!
Ironic is the icy grip,
As death creeps closer on a bit,
Give money out, a bribe do it,
Salvation bought haw haw,
Think again fat hog, whaffor?
Don Johnson
{Australia where the government cleaners were forced to take a FORCED ON CONTRACT wage drop of $200 a week}
the incessant need for greed,
till you get old and frightened of your future prospects,
the oh so noble :} philantrophist.......
RETURNING THE ROBBERY PROCEEDS OF 70 YEARS ETC...

“Let There Be Sunlight”
What happened to my world.
Everything is gone now.
Step by step, down into darkness.
Away from clouds, water, sky.
From all that lives and thrives.
From that which fed me,
now I am served up poison.
My spirit is offended
I mourn. Too much. Too much.
Doing every possible thing
to keep eyes open, mind sharp.
Protect myself again.
Hold myself sacred.
No matter the insult to my dignity.
My intelligence will go down with me, I’m afraid.
I’m trying so Very Hard.
Let there be sunlight at dawn
and I’ll count the stars
If only I could touch compassion again.
True and pure. Will I be able?
I will lovingly share all that I possess
Let me live in That World again
for it is a holy place and is
that from which I was born.
So shall I take up a pen and paper
til the day I can longer write words…

sancturary
so far away and so close,
within the mind...
a sweetness peace and sancturary,
that most will never find,
though tempests toss the stormy sea,
and mankind is so blind,
receive the great awakening,
when into spirit climb...
Don
when it all gets fixed babe ..

so rear up like a young mountain goat,
head butt the horror okey doke,
rip the skull from offa him,
body slam him with a grin,
johnson says its orright,
its deathless time tonight...:(
re:
"The Reaper"
Anthony Nutter
Don

RHYMER FRANK HALLIWELL SENT ME POEM
BY FAMOUS AUSSIE BANJO PATTERSON,
ABOUT A MYSTERIOUS COME BY CHANCE TOWNSHIP,
THAT DON'T EXIST....
to Frank
so come by chance becomes a poem,
for the dreamers of the garden gnomes,
till the witless in their folly,
give up this ghasty dance,
and the sheep do run it terror,
from their romantic advance,
bleating c'mon termorrer,
it's our only Kiwi chance,
begorrah...
(AUSSIE JOKE ABOUT POMS AND SHEEP MAKING KIWIS , New Zealanders)
Don

Cap'n & the Wench *part the fourth*
Says the Wench t'the Cap'n "Me thinks I'll 'ave me some White Lightnin' "
So says the Cap'n t'the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear~
Fer y've ne'er been quite so Frightnin' "
With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~
So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~
& did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!"
"Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!"
"Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!"
"Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am though the Skipper!"
The Wench danced along the Bowsprit of the Great Vessel that Night~
Whilst Mighty SeaWolf stormed along the Decks with all of his Might~
Sails which had lay flat now filled Fastly with Breeze~
Now came that night most Confused sort of Seas~
The Great ship did lay over as Far as she'd Go~
And 'twas the Wench who no longer Ran to & Fro~
Now did those geat waves Break o'er the Ship
Not even the the Great SeaWolf could give 'em the Slip~
Upon the Great Ship and all Her Captain & Crew~
Had befallen the luck Uncommon to but a Few~
For the Great Ship No longer Sailed O'er the Oceans~
And the Mighty SeaWolf drifted toward other Notions~
Says the Wench to the Cap'n "Me thinks I'll rap ya up side o'yer Head!"
So says the Cap'n to the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear!~
Fer 'twas you brung young Mimi to Bed!"
With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~
So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~
& did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!"
"Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!"
"Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!"
"Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am No Longer the Skipper!"
The Great Ship is Never Seen Sailin' Agin on the Seas....
Spirits were Never that with which this Hardy Wench to Please!
SeaWolf

Yes its true enough,
the ones of negative thought,
they want to see you fail, plum duff,
for naught,
to no bloody avail,
yer caught
so there you are,
dropped short,
by the dopey,
report....\
the wind gone from your sail.
Don

The prince of persecution,
A petty little man,
Petty ponsy polititian,
Who picks on the poor,
And thinks it’s grand?
Blinded by it’s giant ego,
Arrogant, bloody boor, a grinning,
Has corruption opened doors?
The evil side is winning,
“People power” will turf him sure,
If, not as brainless as before,
Haw de haw haw…
.
Don

Where the river runs into the Chesapeake Bay.
The currents run strong and they say "Beware".
Many a man has ignored it and sunk to his doom.
On white capped waters beneath a crystal blue sky
where a thousand men live by the tide,
one boy drifts and awaits the return of the moon.
In a tiny row boat with a four horse Merc.
He braves the bay to where the Rockfish lurk.
Gonna catch him a big one and prove to his Dad he's a man.
When the waters went still and the wind began.
He was too young to know the mess he was in.
He never turned back when the bay started yelling it's name.
The boat pitched forward and rocked to the back.
Waves so high that the sky went black
but the boy stayed steady and never showed any fear.
A white Bucktail on ten pound test,
he dropped the line off the side and grabbed a life vest.
He held on tight to his rod as the storm drew near.
Thunder clapped and the sky lit up.
The boy got excited when his rod gave a tug.
He never noticed the water that was filling his boat.
He started reeling with all of his might
when the angry old bay joined in on the fight.
Against a boy no longer, a fight against a full grown man.
When the storm passed by and the sky turned blue.
A boat on the beach with a small red shoe
and the biggest Rockfish ever landed in the Chesapeake Bay.
In a tiny row boat with a four horse Merc.
A boy braved the bay to where the Rockfish lurk
and lived to tell his story over and over again.
The Applethoughtrotten

I have not seen this sea, which you
speak of so fondly every once in a while.
but I'd hear the slowed-down breathing,
the long pause
when you tell stories of old people
that died, of brave men that once
sailed with their boats
to cross vast continents
and trade,
and then sail again for home
where they’d find their wives and children
waiting for their return.
You are still out there sailing,
and I am here
hoping you'd reach home soon.
I know where that home is.
But you have to fight to get there.
I could wait for centuries
and be still until
you're home finally. Don't fret.
Sail, love, wherever that sea
with its raging current
takes you.
And when you reach shore,
You'll find me there standing,
waiting for you.
This piece is an interpretation of “Layag Sug”
sent by someone known only as Samantha Buendia.
I am posting with permission.

parody, ballad
I was a child creating kidstuff,
I lied and cheated just enough
to feel the guilt when all alone at home.
I copied homework from friend Sue
and passed it down the row to Lou.
We knew so little of Jerusalem.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem (chorus repeats after each verse)
When in the end, I turned a teen
I tried the drug and boozing scene.
With just a few bad trips, it all hit home.
I spent a weekend in the jail
I thought I’d died and gone to hell.
No peace in that place, no Jerusalem.
So glad was I when they said to me
let’s go to church as family.
It was belief that brought us to Shalom.
We’d fought like cats and dogs for aye
There had to be a better way.
True contentment began at Jerusalem.
Of course, there is a God above!
I know Him as the God of love.
He made the rules and guides us on to home.
He wrote the law, then paid the price
Son, Jesus came as sacrifice
so we could know the way to Jerusalem.
'Twas there I learned to place me last
to put God first; now when they ask,
“How come on Sundays you never stay at home?”
I am one who found that lost chord
no longer scared to serve my Lord -
I’ve found the peace that comes in Jerusalem.
I did not take Christ’s name in vain
I am a Christian with much to gain
and thus I greet you with a hearty Shalom.
I cannot keep Christ to myself
I cannot put Him on the shelf
for He is the Way to blest Jerusalem.
Jerusalem means place of peace;
Jerusalem needs no police.
we’ll see that when God comes to take us home.
Salvation means that we have learned
forgiveness never will be earned.
This gift is from the Hope of Jerusalem.
substituting these lyrics for Larry Cohen's Masterpiece 'HALLELUJAH.'
I make no apology for the up-beat nature of this parody.
Cohen and I just found different lost chords.

Tourist traps
Can a plonker should a plonker,
love a San-Goanna stonker,
not unless he’s bloody bonkers
coming is de crazy cats in white,
see crazy San-Goannas running,
sucking birds eggs, an out a hunting ,
Kookaburra eating snakes humming,
Ha, ha. ha, ha, sweet delight…
Mr tourist, watchem watchem,
Keep the eyeball sharp insight,
Funnel web, dodge and sidestep,
Death is coming with his bite
Watchem mr death by adder,
Step on him will fang ya badder,
Piddle from the bloody bladder,
Hysterectomy of fright,
Mr Death do say goodnight…
Don Johnson
no bities are getting ironed out by Aussies, some are protected like brown snakes, Brisbane still has Brown snakes and Kangaroos, though they are rare here...Funnell web spider is found in the Toowoomba mountain area and in Sydney suburbs sometimes....watch out for trapdoor web over an inch or bigger hole in ground....

Ghosties
oh i believe in ghosties mate ...
had evidence several times to date....
the hook that held back the door,
a floggin flogging flogging, sure,
against the wall,
till i said, "what is it mate."
"Ring your mother she is sad,
upset about Diana,
her daughter cut her off, how grand,
mad as a Sand-Goanna."
So i phoned my mum and she was sad,
and we talked and talked for hours,
it was only 2 am,
~the dead do have these powers~
Another time Dad touched my arm,
and said yes come with me,
into the purple bedroom,
bloody white ants you will see,
so i scanned the walls and sure they were,
a bubbling under paint,
my old Dad you cant ignore,
he is there, never aint :}
Don Johnson

i just shoulda not jumped in front of dat trukkkk....joke sent to me..
saw it happen going to work one morning,
guy jumped in front of a speeding bus in his little car,
and braked for the amber light,
......kerlunkkkkkkkkkk.....writeorfff
If ya drivin in ya car,
ya dumb dum galah,
and ya thinking of dicing with a truck,
the buggers caint stop,
pull up,
till ya deadly ded-head,
out of luck,
and the bitumen is red from your guitar,
so stay away from truckers bumperbars,
cos funerals always seem 2 bloody suck,
stay in that other lane, ol hound-dog Huck ...
Don Johnson
Been a trucker and seen people cause accidents by jumping in front of speeding Trucks 18 wheelers etc.....they caint stopppppp...if they is carrying several tons, to grind you into jam:(

FATE?
Some say that retribution's fine,
high intervention seems divine.
The spark of lightning's suffered break,
no satisfaction do I take,
coincidence doth make this rhyme.
by vk4pr Don
Or how a knockers early 1990 8088, 10 megahertz computer got scorched
by lightening years ago when i was using Ham radio
a bit more often
Carolyn,
poor ole radio sits alone,
used to talk to my dad on it, i own,
recorded his stories on an ole reel tape,
perhaps frequency movie i can ape,
hope ya healthy happy babe, a going,
johnsons gone so hold the phone:)
on ya baba, love....Don
John Smith,
I annoyed a Ham, lightening hit his antennae mast,
scorched his modem and toway radio,what a blast,
jumped into the old xt computer box,
an blue the bejesus out of its socks,
onetimes not:)
MORAL don't pick on poor ole johnson:(

if i was born a girl next time,
id be chasing lovely women fine,
androgenous right here don't fit,
since god separated adam from eve a bit?
as i tell my ex grandaughter,
my new grandson....wrong body hun:)
SO MAKE THE BEST OF IT...
Don
re: Therese Bacha "A to Z"

haha...yes no laughing matter mate..."
Chicken Karma" by Peter Duggan
the fowl strikes back ,
a chook attack,
the humans slack,
might get their come uppance,
alack...
and come a crupper,
askance....
love it mate.....
Don
Reply....As ye sow, you get corny,
and reap uncooked forlorn prawnys ....
ones deed comes up to speed ,
car on the racing track,
comes around yes indeed,
next time it gives you a smack,
karma on the racetrack steed,
a hurting memory Jack
.... Don

[Daughters of Lamia]
Today we walk from our graves
You can't wish, pray it away
The Inflamed Coven's emerged
You Will receive what you deserve
Retribution of the flaming shade
Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way
[Aharhel]
Her Convoluted face burning with fear
Of the fall of the gate
seering their minds with the deft of the legion
The Army of the plague
Scourges your land
Scourges your Children
Scourges your hope
[Lady Arcane]
I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress
Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane
Closer, Come, Child you are mine
[Daughter's of Lamia]
Lady Arcane wants your fear
Lady Arcane wants you near
Lady Arcan is here
Lurking In your tears
clinging to your spilled blood
the east has always been near
The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise
In Malice's Disguise
Therionacy break you down to thy knees
To Thy Knees!

Behin' bared doors, beneath yer floors,
in cozy dens and caverns deep
y'll find me der down under de stair
where gutter rats scamper and silverfish sleep.
"Who can I be, hmmmm let me see.
I be a thief Good Grief!"
On to Ol' Town's docks walks Goldylocks
decked in de heights a fashion
in 'er purse I peeks, I rummage, I sneaks
discoverin' coin for me passion!
Den off to de park fer another mark,
I grimace and frown appearin de clown
Whilst signin' for de gang we makes a plan
ta break all de rules in de 'ole damn town.
Soon der's a tussel wid all of dis muscle
den me fingers kin creep in 'is pockets deep
grabbin' the loot I's trained ye see
yet, what I find i donna na keep.
Who can I be, hmmmm let see,
I be a thief Good Grief!
At Marchant's Oak near Fayrin's rest
Down forest paths,through high grass
I stalk de traders, cause I loves dem best
Why let me see who can I be so crass?
Who can I be, hmmmm let see,
I be a thief Good Grief!
But surin what I find I will na keep
Dough stealing be me duty,
I'll give ye back whats in yer pack
Fer I be an Honorable beauty.
And if per chance ye needs a hand
Wid opening treasure boxes cutie..
Donna get smart wid some other tart
who'll walk off wid yer booty!
Just 'ave a cheer fer I be 'ere
~Honoravillana at yer duty!

Dis 'err piece a work be dedicated to de Raven ‘aired beauty
name of Constance La France

Desert Head
The tales they told of ole sailor Fred,
Had skin-grafts a grafted on top of his head,
To keep out the baldness, a triangular patch,
Touch of a p smell coming, perhaps,
with the new hairy faerie thatch,
stay upwind & have a care,
They
Hand grafted his pubic hair,
The curly stuff sort-ov a growing there,
no cause for blinking despair,
like a new turf a growing instead,
on yester-years billiard ball head,
there goes Freddy the Lair * : }-
tuit sweet, complete with new hare,
and the curls begot curls, so they said,
{pretty boy}
Don Johnson

No penality...(in Australia)
There is no penalty aint no penalty mate…
The old crim smirked and laughed out loud
As they sat with a beer and a steak
Do what you like he told the crowd
The doo gooders laws are cake
Break the law in Singapore
get flogged for your mistake
the penalty there will make you sure
don’t get caught in that island state
the druggie drove with his foot to the floor
cursing motorists in his wake
nocked down old Thelma dead for sure
3 months for his mistake
We know it is a system fault
That stops a computer mate
Do we have nothing up top in our vault
Do we control our fate
Minority groups control the world
The masses have no say
Anarchys banner is unfurled
And the terrorists protected hey
Don Johnson
Should we have a referendum to return the old respected system of law and order
That worked well in the sixties …yes for sure ..
Without discipline anarchy prevails

THE LAND THAT BELONGS TO ROBIN HOOD
The days of Robin Hood finds youthful good.
A rightful mind he has, when he is defensive.
He travels to land beyond for adventure.
While he trek, he came upon a Clan of Bobcats.
He took his sword and deployed to kill, if they did not conform.
He spoke and said, “I seek to conquer!”
They fought a great battle.
Robin Hood and his men ended their travels and reformed a world.
The Clan of Bobcats became normal and their women and children rejoiced.
Today where this Robin fought is a landmark.
________________________________________|
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest Name: Robin Hood
Entry Date: 03/22/2014
Date Written: 03/22/2014
Motif: Travel

Luekemia luekemia, the atomic bloody curse,
Menzies the magnificent allowed 12 atom bombs to burst,
The order of the garter for the boofhead Aussie clown,
Became a sir or mr on the tory side of town,
15,000 bones were kept, suspicious deaths the score,
Old soldiers still die today, Luekemia abhor,
Aunty Clare was 21 back in the nineteen fiftys,
Cancer killed her, smoking sure,
Liuekemia wasn't bloody nifty.,
Strontium 90 in the milk,
Radioactive was the grass,
Bulging bloody thyriods in the sheep,
Where ole Marston looked and asked,
(CSIRO)
Right across Australia.
The convict spawn of Australia were deemed
Expendale by the Pommy overlords...
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbbSEkyPtkY
A lot of children died of the radiation.
People died young of Lukemia, cancer,
eg my Aunty Clare at 21, Dirranbandi
Heather Lindsay died young too at Dirranbandi.
She was just one of many.
John Brummell died 40 years later as did Harvey Johnson,
so we had quick and slow deaths....

Another job
Get yourself another job,
Says the bloody Tory snob,
Commo’s under the bed he says,
Dead an buried are those days,
Few Commo’s left Magog…
(Communists)
Trying 4 a job to get,
Tory buggers will not let,
Want the contract, just with me,
Lowest wage bidder, gets it see,
paltry greedy type of snob,
Cheapest worker gets the job,
Builds a Tory money tree,
More greed & frequently,
The rich get richer Bob,
On the sweat of thee,
Yet the unions had their way,
Got us wages for today,
Greedy master wants it cheap,
Keep down the worker, it’s a sheep,
Exploited in every day,
As the super rich do say,
Import cheap workers,
cheep,
but judgement comes to they,
born poor and in the ditch,
next time 2 suffer nasty itch,
more suffering the more
on bones of butt 4 sure,
clean bowled without a stitch,
why the suffering deplore?
Not knowing, doesn’t click,
Un-remembered crimes before,
Logic, God’s and mans do mix,
Cool reaping, are you poor?
Ol sheep…
Don Johnson

Mommas are the little ones,
who carry us for most a year,
Prop us up till we are strong,
forgive us for the hurt and fears,
so look after Mum,
She is the one so dear...
Don Johnson
been spending 3 days a week with my 90 year old Mum...

Foul fowl
I was staggering to the mall,
in my own decrepid way,
When I got accosted by a Shiela,
who shook my hand said ‘hey’,
Busy as a flustered bee,
I brushed her off today,
A parting quip from her it came,
“With rotten breath, I'd not be game,
To walk the streets, like sweet Igraine,
A toilet duck would drown in pain,
This bludger is insane,
Beware foul, fowl, hey, hay.”
Don Johnson
i have this affect on women....

Joe black Cat
black as the night,
gone in flight,
when you turn he isnt there,
locks dont hold,
the black im told,,
has buggered off orright,
brown snakes do run in fright,
cos the black he isn’t there,
and Halliwell tears his hair,
as Joe bestalks the night….
Don
Take yer eyes off Joe and he's gone, tangled with a few deadly Brown snakes already,
wheres the antivennine hey.....
LORIKEET IS the owner of the black kitty

Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"
And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity
Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man

“Very good” the young boy said,
And walked up to the cave.
“I bet you cannot burn this.
No one is that brave.”
“Why not! The dragon roared,
And took another breath.
He exhaled the heated fires of Hell,
Making the cave wall as black as death
“Impressive.” The boy smiled.
But this last one may be a push.
This task is near impossible:
I want you to burn that dry bush.
The dragon let out a hearty laugh
And prepared for one last slaughter
But the boy ran over to the river
And filled his bucket with water.
The boy closed his eyes and concentrated
On never being afraid
“I’m okay; I can beat this monster.”
He gripped tighter to his blade.
The boy was small and very weak
And he wasn’t too quick with a blade,
But the boy was smart and much too clever
And he never acted afraid
So the dragon inhaled one last time
And heated up his throat
He closed his scaly eyes,
And prepared to give the bush a firey coat.
But the boy jumped in with his bucket
And doused the dragon’s mouth
Then he grabbed his flask and drank a potion
To make him unseen if things go south
The dragon looked about in confusion
For everything happened so fast
“Where did you go, you stupid boy?
And where is my fire?” he asked
“I am invisible!” the boy said with glee
It’s my dad’s secret potion.
And you’ve run out of fire because of this bucket
Which was filled up with water and set into motion
The scaly dragon hung his head
And sighed a smoky sigh.
“I’m just so glad that you helped me out
And now I must say goodbye.
“You see, I couldn’t stop my terror
For I am simply much too scary.
But now that you have stopped my fire,
I can laugh and be cheerful and merry!”
The boy smiled and watched the dragon
as he flew off into the night.
The boy turned around and headed home,
Worn out from the fight.
But when the boy reached his home,
He was greeted with a cheer
There was shouting and laughing and singing and dancing
And quite a bit of beer
The king stood up to give a speech
And raised his bubbling cup
“To the boy!” he yelled and sat back down
As a chant began to rise up
“The boy is small and very weak
And he isn’t too quick with a blade,
But the boy is smart and much too clever
And he never acts afraid”

I can only see you from a story.
I can feel your face physically in the air.
Drawing, laminating and framing with pride.
The pride that keeps you firm up high.
I will stand to defend you.
The truth shall be my weapon.
The enemy will never win.
Stand firm my hero.
My beloved swishing blade
sculptured in my heart.
As my point of loving you
love you like Rasulallah
that Allah has commanded every man.
Keep going my beloved warrior of the high seas.
Your name is eternally inscribed in the Luh Mahfuz.
You are the people of the path.
Walk through that path firmly.
Allahu Akbar!

Light pours down
on mallorn trees
The eyes of the elves
peer out in the woods
Their home is Lothlorien
Their royalty Celeborn and Galadriel
Yet sadness overcomes them
Since they realize they must
leave their beloved home
Distant shores are calling
The Elven - folk's time in
Middle - Earth
is coming to an end
Ships await them in the harbor
They are called to travel
to Western shores beyond
the rolling waves
The age of Men is coming
Many fair things will disappear
As mortals stride upon the lands
once meant for immortal elves
Distant Shores are calling
For elves a thousand years is a brief moment
For men a thousand years means the rise and fall
of entire civilizations
Yet in Middle-Earth
the brief lives of men
will be the sign posts
by which the land is ruled
There is a power which causes change
Even for immortal beings, change
is an ever present companion
Distant shores are calling
(first published in Beyond Bree August 2012)

On an Ancient forbidden
island
Arrived Pirates of The
Caribbean
Jack Sparrow and David
Jones
Joined forces to expose
my bones
Off my flesh,
accompanied by their
dead boys(Crews)
A fierce battle occured in
the jungle
I faught for unseen
treasure bearing faith of
an angel
Like underground
scorpions my traps struck
their ankels
I became the last man
standing
I found my way to the
chest spot
I dug and dug
Guess what, just an
empty box
Only a piece of paper
with printed
instructions :" Survey thy
heart and thee shall not
be lost".
The letter explained :
A treasure chest lies
within
Sacred places where the
mind has been
A land of good and evil
maybe
Depending what is
allowed in,,
Then i searched and
searched
Nothing was there to find
Till a chicken's egg
hatched
And i remembered, it is
within
Realising my heart was
the Treasure Chest
I felt stupid and releaved
Now I can confidently
say :
In my treasure chest
resides good
Good to be called "Soul
Food"
Sugar, spice & everything
nice
My treasure
My pride

Dapper Freddy,
the house fly
and this is a fly
not prone to lie
he does buzz around
at breakneck speed
he wears his crown
a fly-king, indeed
a cinch for him
to ceiling walk
or climb up walls
he can even fly-talk!!
yes Freddy is cool,
he really is
just passed my eyes
he sure did wiz
well Freddy was in search
of a Mrs. Freddy Fly
tired of being a bachelor
I don't know why
he did woo his share
of lovely gnats
everytime one went by
he'd remove his hats
Freddy was also brave,
fearing not insect spray
nor swift used swatter
the more he was hunted
the more his temperature got hotter
one day Freddy will likely die
perhaps his fly-body landing
on a window sill
seems the place they end up
more oft than not
even without an insect spray shot
so go on your merry way for now,
Freddy Fly, my dear little fly-friend
just stay away from my food
or meet your Freddy Fly end!!

Orange lights shine from street lamps,
orange lights shine on what is paved,
Something about the tail end of our conversation
left me feeling slightly vague.
This car has
Translucent windows,
like a submarine out at sea,
the current swallows red headlights
while exhaling shiny, tipped waves
Looking through the rearview mirror,
The night was staring back at me.
She’s a delicate, psychedelic lady
Ripe with her purity.
Reading the white lights of the city,
I place a book mark for a rainy day.
gliding towards the illuminated tunnel
(traffic sounds)
Plunge!
Into Bustling traffic,
and faster paced people,
I never considered cigarettes,
until I washed up,
onto this flickering scene.
Sirens sound,
Traffic skates,
strangers smile and frown.
I-
got myself a traveling circus,
of people I call friends.
Funny how little flares of imagination
send us shooting to the stars-
(party sounds)
Clash!
like banging of pots and pans
The ruckus in the room,
has me bouncing off the walls
Police Officers,
neon green tuxedos-
Penny Lane.
we are all just here tonight, dancing,
along this colorful, crazy row-boat of life.
Yes,
we are all just here tonight dancing-
like sunlight touching diamonds,
we are dancing
It’s
Funny how little flares of imagination,
send us all stringing along.

“That girl’s going nowhere; she’s got socks to clean!”
The Black Knight did answer, he really was mean.
“If you’ve come here to get her I’ll give you a kick,
And knock you over with my big pointy stick!”
“So be it,” said Archie, “I’ll give you a chance,
To beat me on horseback, with sword or with lance!”
The Black Knight closed his visor and climbed on his horse,
A steed known as Twilight (he was black too of course!).
They rode at each other as fast as they could,
Both aiming their lances as all good knights should,
Sir Archibald’s lance hit the Black Knight square on,
He fell off his horse and our hero had won.
“Oh please do not hurt me!” the Black Knight did cry,
“I’ve grazed both my knees and got mud in my eye.
You can take the fair maiden. I’ll look after my health,
By not picking fights and doing housework myself!”
The girl was so happy her eyes filled with tears,
She had been locked in that tower for years and years.
She’d been there for so long her beautiful hair,
Had grown longer and longer, it lay everywhere.
The poor maiden cried, “I may have to stay,
I cannot escape here. My hair’s in the way!”
“Don’t worry my dear; I’ve got something for that!”
And he scooped it all up in a big purple hat.
And so ends our tale, just as it should be,
With hero and maiden both safe and happy,
And the evil Black Knight, whom we mustn’t forget,
Is now whiter than white, and owns a laundrette.

Sometimes we draw,
the card from the deck,
a pain in de rissole,
painful as heck,
fate fakes the magic,
And fatal we swoon,
prearranged so tragic
ironic the tune,
till we do our time in the sack,
no escape no going back,
till we escape from the light of the moon?
a sanity attack,
and over all too soon,
alas and bloody alack... don

Perceived across the void of time,
little crimes are little crimes,
but pay for them you must,
though we return to dust,
the spirit aint doing fine,
it gets a bit nonplussed?
A better life it thought 4 sure,
be born to riches haw, haw, haw,
come uppance on the cusp,
the shitty stick is just,
you earned this place, pore, paw,
so sow to reap what kind of sheep,
or stay down with the poor,
greed and avarice drives you deep,
dog paddle for the shore,
Logic is of this world,
the games afoot tuit sweet,
ignore it, pay the price, be hurled,
where darkness shows bare feet?
Do you want it anymore?
Be a nicer sheep you bleat,
if suffering, karmic logic bores,
if why is incomplete?
Son Johnson

Our Worth
The curse on the half smart scammer,
Born next time in-to a slum,
Toothless the gift of the paltry damned,
when Karma is verily summed,
Sow nasty and you reap of the nasty,
Plant good and the good it will come,
An eye for and eye, if you ask me,
The thief loses all, till there’s none,
Why we return to ole prison earth,
Doing our time, when we come,
The greedy will now be as poor as a serf,
The rich man a poor stumble chum,
To sum up the reason, of why ,
People find hell, right from their birth,
The soul is weighed in the balance, sigh,
Devalued from rich to a twerp,
Angels, just aint got a feather to fly:}
Don Johnson

G20-Blue
At the G20 meeting, many nations steps they trod,
where the Abbot in his Budgies, tried to fight the Putin sod,
oh it came down to leaders, now to fight a war for us,
no casualties no bleeders, just the fisticuffs and stuff,
{ideal war let the leaders do it}
the new age brought a war change, it was just a man on man,
and the victor won the battle, and the boundaries changed again,
Putin with a drop-kick, caught ole Abbot by the ear,
and he would have bit it off, but the dandruff tasted queer,
cos he said it needed salt?
so they frolicked and they tussled till the Abbot got a chop,
and he sent it to the kitchen, needed onions on the top?
Putin was disgusting when he got the Christmas holt,
and the budgie smugglers cringed, did his testes bloody moult?
But Abbot whispered in his ear,
and took it up a gear,
Pissle whipped the Rusky dolt,
who had given up his holdt,
cos he said he wasn't queer,
just a Russian farm boy colt,
Abbot he did sneer at the Billy Stinker Goat,
and they sat there sucking beer,
till the lights were dim with bloat,
: return we will at daylight,
when the rooster crows his note,
to fight another day,
a winner yet, unquote?
Don Johnson

Little Troll
a little troll i said to she,
that is your friend, at work she be,
and then the dollars missing went,
and down the shop she went and spent,
ole johnson said it, see,
the nursing home cast her free,
and there was no dissent,
cept the Troll, she wanted a wee,
beware some Trolls are bent....
Don Johnson
Re: The Trouble With Trolls
Debbie Duncan

Super Prawn
The super pawn can win the game,
You reach the Queen spot,
not insane?
To stretch the brain do-try-it do
God power induced, right on bloody cue,
“Pawn of fire” gives him name,
The Bishops have the Knight powers too,
The Knight is also diagonal, can will doo,
A very different same,
Him, Johnson does explain
New field of battle lines are drawn,
Just watch out for the devils s-pawn,
More pieces getting slain,
Perhaps a bitter frame,
The rotting dead a few,
Pawn of fire wins the game…
Don Johnson
Needs work …help hehe
thank you babe...
Rose Avatar
Mystic Rose
Are you playing a sweet game of chess Don,
In the battle field the lines are drawn
We break the devils horns,
and pawn All his pieces overthrown and slain
He's forced to leave in Jesus name, amen xxx
Of course it's me, who else would leave a comment like this,
be good babe xxx

forgotten soul immersed in time,
born to live till death sublime,
not too sure what was my crime,
but we will endure it,
fine....until...
7th level, sings n chimes...
Don
great poem babe.... Debbie Duncan
"Forgotten"

Amiens 1918
So line up in the trenches boy,
Aussies go over the top,
If you don’t walk into the machine guns,
For cowardice you’ll be shot,
(choices hey)
The smell of death is on the wind,
Pay it no never mind,
The rotting corpses, soldiers, thinned,
The reaper doesn’t mind,
……………………………..
Walter Leeson had been wounded twice,
Last time shot through the knee,
At Amiens he hobbled forward slowly, nice,
Machine gun got him see,
Three times into the machine guns walked,
They killed him finally,
So we have his photo on the wall,
A soldiers, French grave, you see,
My mum’s uncle Walter …
Don Johnson

we seem to spend some time together,
alas one of two must leave,
we grow apart ...separate, surrender,
another's time to grieve,
the mood is sometimes blue,
when looking back remember,
good times we received
that warm december.....
too.
Don
re Debbie Duncan "Change of Season"

Don't go
Stay.
Don't go
Stay.
I said no
But I mean, I don't know.
The black moon is drowning over the opal sea.
And my heart is a giant eagle beyond my will.
Hold my hand,
Please.
Hold my hand,
Please.
I said I'm not ready,
But I mean, I don't know.
The red sun is exploding in a plum blue sky.
And my heart is a giant eagle beyond my will.
Sleep with me,
Tonight.
Sleep with me,
Tonight.
I said I'm not sure,
But I mean, I don't know.
The Lightening in my soul is burning, burning burning.
And my heart is a giant eagle beyond my will.

Apocalypse
The throb of heavy engines rises swiftly to a roar,
The brakes released; the asphalt strip unwinds,
Airborne - she passes low above the surf along the shore,
The island's runway quickly drops behind.
The bomber claws for altitude beneath the star-strewn sky
Her name will bring a chill in years ahead,
And whether it was right or wrong the world will wonder why
And the weapon's name will be intoned with dread.
Some fifteen hundred miles north-west the history books await
On that monday morning back in forty-five
Seventy thousand victims, unsuspecting of their fate
Wait unknowing for extinction to arrive.
And forty thousand feet above, a mere speck in the sky
Enola Gay, on final; starts her run,
The bomb bay doors deliver their dire cargo from on high
And the day will shortly see a second sun.
A city bathed in sunshine waits unknowing for its doom
As its citizens began their final day
And at 8: 15 that morning saw the deadly flower bloom
And the heartland of a city swept away!
And thousands of the innocent, before their time to die;
The young, the old, the babes at mothers breast...
As the mushroom cloud expanding hurtled headlong for the sky
Were vaporized along with all the rest.
In the heart of Hiroshima is one building that still stands
With its rafters gaping open to the sky,
And it stands as a reminder of the folly that is man's
And all the world will always wonder why.
8: 15am Monday, August 6 1945.
o0o
>>> Hiroshima is gone.<<<
Frank Halliwell

Stroke meditation left side
I AM RESTING, CALM, RELAXED, MY EYES are CLOSED.
MY ARMS AND LEGS ARE FLEXIBLE…..
I FEEL FREE, RELAXED……NOTHING DISTRACTS ME…I LET MYSELF BE DRAWN ALONG …I AM BREATHING SLOWLY, REGULARLY…
I AM QUITE RELAXED…A WONDERFUL PEACEFULNESS ENVELOPS MY BODY…..
IN THIS STATE OF PEACE, I HAVE AN OPENING TO MY SUBCONSCIOUS…
THIS OPENING GROWS WIDER……MORE AND MORE..…MY WORDS ARE SETTLING INTO MY SUBCONSCIOUS……ARE TAKING ROOT THERE…I WILL CARRY OUT THESE COMMANDS I AM SEEING INWARDLY, VISUALIZING IN MY MINDS EYE…I AM DRIFTING OFF TO SLEEP…. BUT WILL LISTEN INTENTLY TO WHAT IS SAID …AS I SPEAK YOU WILL GO DEEPER AND DEEPER TO SLEEP….
MY LEFT ARM AND LEG WILL BECOME MORE FLEXIBLE …..I EXPECT THE ARM TO FLOW FEELY AS THE CONNECTION GROWS STRONGER … GROWS EVEN SRONGER, DAY BY DAY..…I EXPECT THE LEG TO FLOW UNHINDERED AND TO WALK VERY WELL……DAY BY DAY….i EXPECT TO USE EVERY THOUGHT TO MAKE THE CONNECTIONS STRONGER TILL MY LEFT ARM WORKS BETTER THAN THE RIGHT ARM …THEN I WILL BE HAPPY….WHEN MY LEFT LEG IS AS GOOD AS MY RIGHT LEG I WILL BE VERY HAPPY …TILL THE FLEXIBILITY RETURNS TO ARM AND LEG I WILL USE MY MENTAL STRENGTH TO ACHIEVE JUST THIS….I EXPECT MY LEFT LEG AND ARM TO RESPOND PERFECTLY TO VERY STRONG CONNECTIONS IN MY MIND…..ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU WILL BE HEALED BY INSISTING THAT YOU BE HEALED …BY USING THE LEFT ARM AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY AND TO PUT THE LEFT LEG FORWARD
LIKE YOU REALLY MEAN IT….I WILL SNAP MY FINGERS AND YOU WILL AWAKE REFRESHED AND FULL OF VITALITY …YOUR ARM WILL FLOW BETTER AS YOU MAKE TABLE TENNIS MOVES WITH YOUR EMPTY LEFT HAND IN THE AIR AND IT BEOMES LESS TIRED AND THE CONNECTION GROWS STRONGER DAY BY DAY…..DAY BY DAY…..YOUR LEG WILL BE FULL OF STRENGTH AS YOU WILL RELY ON IT MORE THAN THE RIGHT LEG …TILL IT IS THE MAIN LEG IN YOUR BODY …
NEVER DOUBT YOU WILL BE PERFECTLY HEALTHY, YOUR LEFT ARM AND LEFT LEG RETURNING TO NORMAL, AS THEY WILL….
WHEN I SNAP MY FINGERS YOU WILL BE WIDE AWAKE, FULL OF ENERGY AND STRENGTH ………..SNAP
Don Johnson http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFt0nemprys

Not Gone
side stepped, left stepped through the veil,
still around though words do fail,
still connected there with you....
in thoughts an things you do,
upon your lonesome trail....:{
Don
re:
Anne Rutherford "Whispering"

Come an get the gall-fat Harry,
Dirranabandi in the thirties ,
Poor ole Crothers had to frown,
Boomi-Jack’s got a sheep down,
Sucking chops an eating, clown,
Come an get the gall-fat Harry,
Harry Crothers was the local Squatter,
Boomi the bush arsonist,
Burnt out the Eight mile, good an proper,
Was partial to some sodgy parsnips,
Come an get the gall-fat Harry,
Boomi-Jacks got a sheep down,
Harry owned the Eight mile,
Harrys grass was burnt and gone,
Burnt out for ole Lindsay,
Harry sacked him, fore he’d gone,
Come an get the gall-fat Harry,
Boomi-Jacks got a sheep down,
Payback of the Boomi-Jack,
Ten bob paid to Boomi-Jack
Burning Belah trees on the track,
Burnt em into little logs,
Fascinated by cross-burnt nogs,
But no he wasn’t slack?
Boomi crossed the ole Balonne,
River bridge, his shadow cast upon,
Copper spoke from the other side, on on,
“Boomi-Jack, you’re jailed tarred and gone”,
Boomi dumped the jolly jumbuck,
In a river running a banker, but,
“Want the evidence swim for it copper,
Otherwise you is outa luck”:}
Don Johnson
gall fat was the fat round the kidneys on a sheep,
used for cooking on the nineteen fiftys, wood stove
i used to have my eggs fried under kidney fat,
great tucker never mind the cholestrial ...
YOU AINT LIVED TILL YOU TRY THIS DELICASY:}
Fifty years ago in Dirranbandi 400 mile west of the Brisbane coast,
people were robbed of their rightful wages and took an occasional Sheep off the master who was MR or Sir ....The Sir Squatter ate his neighbours sheep or cattle too ...
If it dared to eat his grass it paid the price:}

Social Injustice
Purging Purgatory holds a few,
of numb nuts on the planet,
reprobates could make you spew ,
like a bloody half baked Gannet,
social justice is sinking low,
where the LNP does rule, [ tories]
careful how your words do go,
incorrect-u-mundo, bloody fool,
National party in the bush,
In the likes of Longreach town,
Wear the Drover Moleskins, pants, the push,
And blue shirts, come to frown,
Drive on past the local cafes and stores,
In their big ole four wheel drives,
Out to the Airport, bloody sure,
How Sir and Mister [class] survives,
Cotton came to Cubbie station,
Now owned by the great Chinese,
I was there on the woodheap yeah,
When class distinction had some freeze,
Jackaroo & Manager, sit in the dining room,
Station hands, into the kitchen creep,
But we are cool,
with the Aboriginal rule,
Eating:
On the woodheap,
down with the sheep,
For we are the despised working class,
The brainless as a sheep,
Swallow lies and propaganda, alas,
Pawns of the super rich, come cheappppp :}
Don

Avarice
To sit at the right hand of God,
See the Angels read from evil lists,
The great whore of Babylon, aint happy,
she has the greed of the Devils mist,
money was made in the mines were,
a greedy un sufferable ditch,
not enough to be worth many millions,
cheap labor, she sure has the itch,
an eye for an eye says Jehova,
Somalia, her tent there to pitch,
And hungrier still when it’s over,
When Karma puts in her next stitch
The wealth of the earth comes to nothing,
And you leave just as poor as you came,
And nastiness sticks in your craw now,
Old stupid she played the greed game:}
Don Johnson

to change the past,
erase the line,
write happy words ,
erase the crime,
to dwell on hurt,
burnt acid time,
with alas alack,
i'm doing fine?
or am i?
methinks we are here to suffer,
at different levels, for our souls rhyme???
good luck mate...
Don

then there came the fiery one,
red headed rancid Reeta,
she threw hot coals into his bed,
an flew on him the cheater,
they wrestled and they fought like dogs,
but she was fierce with anger,
the smoke n fire did billow, fog,
burning flesh ere the manger,
so they sprang into the icy sea,
made love till they were soggled,
Odin looking down, with a tiny frown,
dubbed em hairy Gog n Magoggle
Don

Comment on Blasphemus Bill by Robert Service
Old Billl had left the valleys green and gone away northwest,
to the snow and ice and the and freezing vice,
of a subtle winters chill,
survived,
till the ice his heart had filled,
deadly cold instilled,
demise....
Don

yet passion flows in every word,
the bard has spoken,
we have heard ,
the rhapsody of life,
cuts cleanly like a knife,
it flutters like a bird ,
a kite...
Don
good one Joe Maverick ole mate....
re: "passions play"

Tip the balance
If you tip the balance and bugger the score,
Like we’ve been doing a hundred years and more,
Billions of tree their life force gone,
Tree spirits like a billion pawns,
Cut down and burnt to ashes,
Indonesian skies were black,
From burning fires, mass smoke attack,
Malaysia disappeared into the fog,
The smoke from a burning billion logs,
Where the Orangataung, he dashes,
The Amazon trees in billions gone,
And drought comes now where it don’t belong,
But money greed is fierce and strong,
Forests gone, butchered by the greedy nong,
Once Feet of rain fell and there it belongs,
where now there are no splashes .:{
just eco system ashes….
Don Johnson
IT WAS THAT BAD A FEW YEARS BACK THAT MALAYA WAS COMPLETELY ENSHROUDED BY SMOKE FOR WEEKS....

Imbecilic
By the shores of imbecilic,
Butt painted with acrylic
Was a lunatic without much enterprise,
By the shores of linga-longer
Out past the dead Dingoes donga,
Was a man not used 2 telling many lies,
With a fornication permit,
And an itch that needed, worm wit,
Eyeball on a different orbit,
In his eye,
Cos he cannot find his dinger,
Bells frigged without a ringer,
Cos OP rum will only paralyze,
Guess ya canna well absorb it,
Being well rubbed with de morbid
With vix he needs to daub-it
Till the maggots multiply,
Till the imbecilic spell,
Leaves ole Johnson fairly well,
And he staggers off,
With all unbuttoned flys… Don Johnson

To be alone in a bloody crowd,
feeling of loss it is my shroud,
but act another part and then,
change your mood, be young again,
and bloody laugh out loud,
mood swings are allowed ,
im having one of them (me)
who am i today and when???
Don
re Therese Bacha 'Beauty Of A Sunset'

Consider
the Chimpansee,
are we from them ? I
wonder, these,
This one is smart
and can use tools,
Our elder caveman,
murderers, rules,
The cannibals from
the trees?
They kill in battle
other Chimps,
And eat an enemy
dead an limp,
Jungle rules are
these,
Invested with spirit
man,
A lonesome spirit in
command,
The conscience part
2 understand?
A spirit & the gimp,
Who controls the
wimp,
Monkey power & a
wimpy spirit grand,
Power struggle by
passion damned,
Foul murder, angers
quilt,?
Psychiatrist may
wilt,
If its just a monkey
, grand!
Weak spirit, feet of
sand!
Don Johnson
Edgar Cayce said we
took over the bodies
of animals when when
we arrived here on
the planet in spirit
form...it was fun to
try out different
Animals and
birds...stay in the
body too long and
harden in and wait
for the Animal to
die...simply
Possession....

The Pansy Pink
Twenty second of October, 2013 almost over,
A new Bikie gang was formed called the pansy‘Pink’,
Their brother now in prison 15 years with no remission?
Cos he wore a Bikie, belt? Ah yes I think,
Down on the dusty borders, Police men wait with their orders?
To intercept any Bikie, who does from interstate, try to creep,
Old Soldiers on their Harleys wear their colors, been to Bali?
Arrested and searched, like some other lousy sheep,
The moral code of many,
including Police men, drops the penny,
The law is wrong that they are forced to keep,
Power crazed polititians,
laughed at with sardronic gasp derision,
its enough to make an angel bloody weep
And the bikies forced to wear the prison pink,
Bikies say they wear the pink for breast cancer ladies,
stick that one up you, son of hades??
Cos the madness and the badness,
You wouldn’t do to sheep,
But lunacy abounds in Queensland, madness,
surrounds,
Just ask anyone you meet…

Tuaoi stone air traffic controller
There is nothing new under the earth,
Or even under the water.
Glowing green fog landing crew,
Tuaoi stone, auto, aero, sings and moans,
The automatic, powered sorter,
20,000 years ago, during the ice age slaughter,
the poles did shift, Atlantis slipped,
under Atlantic waters,
{green grass in the frozen Mammoths}
{animals and whales flogged into caves}
a seer he spoke, from the stone, awoke,
“get to high ground” came the order,
“go to Egypt or Yucutan by boat,
or death will take your daughter!”
Tuaoi stone hums generates, alone,
Prismatic colours long and shorter,
Used for controlling aircraft drones, {Valixi}
Landing fields now under water
The tractor fog of green, magog,
Just one colour used of many,
The white light sheen, of the stone unseen,
Controls the path of any!!!
So venture not down Bermuda’s slot,
Ole stone is still on duty,
Do have a care, or you can share,
The underwater beauty,
Or bloody not :}-
Don Johnson
Two super powers then…
Valixi = Alantean Aircraft 20,000 bc
Vimana = Indian Aircraft mercury fueled 20,000 bc
The Indians even wrote of the repair manuals….

Another harsh Winter we must face
It Matters not, no one can escape Fate
Not Even The Gods
With Bravery we shall Stand Strong
In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid
Fenrir Will Lay dead
By Dawn's Perch
Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar
It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar
Protector's of Ragnorak
The Army of The Gods
The Lovers of Valhalla
All of Midgard will sing
Of our triumph and their Defeat
Sadly all will come, In a twinkling
To An Utter End
Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor
Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel
Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil
Do us well
Remembrance of our noble deeds
Is all well enough
Sing the Song
We Are The Einherjar

re: Johnsons Antidote by Banjo Paterson a great poem.....
Yes Good morning sir ...maybe it just worked for old goanna:)
We in the 1950's used condys crystal jammed into the snake bite after cutting and sucking the poison out of the bite area.
one poison to beat another they said...others shot a finger off or used an axe to get rid of the offending bite.
my old man had bull terrier x cattle dogs for bailing up wild Scrubber cattle and then he'd bring tame cattle to them and the wild ones would join the herd for safety...these dogs would go snake hunting in the night often, and some would get bit by the 9 foot long Mulga brown snakes they fought...what to do 30 miles from town no Vet either...so pinch up the obvious bulge of the bite and use sheep shears to cut the lump off the dogs hide? dogs survived this rough treatment if bit only once....but were sick for days after....Don

See the Ascend result…
Try the stellar mind-thought end,
Picture, she will come descend,
See her coming into view,
Ideal shiela just for you,
From obscurity she can,
Will her on your chosen path,
Attract the moth, 2 own and laugh,
Cos she is out there 2,
Booze just dulls the view,
The seeker finds one sent,
The great unwashed of conscious dew,
Holds the key, releases few,
Does ya comphrende,
Im asking you :}-
Cos ya must keep looking blue,
Till the feather does ascend…
A works of {mind}, not new :}
Don Johnson

Green glass healing
Sunshine through green glass you’ll find,
Is power of the healing kind,
Ask Nelly she will tell you how,
A two year ulcer is closed up now,
Though she battled two years, a cure in mind.
Read Edgar Cayce the healing prophet man,
Google him, they say he’s grand,
Of Blue glass with sunlight passing through,
To kill infection in the body too,
Or infrared through blue or green of glass,
The healing light a minute passed,
Closed mind wont let it through?
The truth waits there for you...
Don Johnson
my 89 year old mommas ulcer is completely healed...
GOOGLE EDGAR CAYCE the American Prophet. search green glass for more info... The green glass filters out the harmful radiation and lets the healing rays through.. Im also trying 20% ultraviolet green window tape...so i can nap in the green sunlight.. no sunburn either:)

It started as a nature hike -
First sunny day in weeks
It was me and my boyfriend Mike
Upon the mountain peak
All was good till we reached the falls
Then Mike, with his dull shoes
Lost his grip on the slimy walls
And off the ledge we flew
When I finally heard Mike’s voice
I swam hard, like a fish
But the rapids left me no choice
And took me in their grip
Without much air I gagged and gasped
And tried to stay afloat
But with fear I was sinking fast -
I prayed for rescue boats
Mike went over and then I went
Headfirst into the rocks
I came out bruised, battered, and spent
Choking out water sobs
I looked for Mike everywhere - “MIKE!”
But I never found him
Search and Rescue said, “You survived,
Now don’t you be so grim”
But what everyone didn’t know
Was that this WAS MY FAULT
Mike was on his knees to propose
Before we both fell off
Received 3rd place in p.d.'s "hardest form" assignment contest
assignment: ballad form + "Waterfalls of Terror" title, write in 3 hours
Received 11th place in "Your old Ballad or Rhyme, best of all time" contest

KOKODA 1942 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5VG58ypVuE
BULLANT BITTEN OR SHOT?
Oh yes its very popular to walk the Kokoda Track,
And people by the dozen have done just bloody that,
I you were there in forty two it wasn’t as much fun,
With a hundred weight upon your back and a ten pound threeo gun,
You climbed the golden stairs knee deep in the mud,
The mountains just got higher and the mossies wanted blood,
A little pimple on your leg became an oozing ulcer,
Iodine rag screwed in the wound by some flaming vulture,
The Jap would lay in ambush so you watched the bloody bush,
And you couldn’t stop a watching and no bloody food you wuss?
Then its raining food and ammo bully beef splat up a tree,
Dog biscuits shattered breadcrumbs fill your pocket up for free,
Till they got mouldy,
You’d be alone in the jungle and you would meet a scouting Jap,
He’d fire all his bullets from his Arisaka . Crack,
Then he’d come for you with a bayonet on a rifle at hi port,
And you’d try the bayonet fighting or plonk his brisket sport?
The bloody Diaorea made you weak , no strength in your knees,
The woodpecker is buzzing taking bark off all the trees,
So your eyes are full of bark chips Joes throwing sticks at me ,
And the bulldog ants are biting what an awful place to be,
Choices bitten, shot or clubbed by friendly sticks ?
Stop jumping around you’re drawing the crabs,
Woodpecker hammers my tree,
And the bloody ants are biting,
And I can’t quite bloody see.
Don Johnson
How it was for Don Johnson 2/25th btn Kokoda New Guinea 1942
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942st...

Knowing Knob Enlightenment
For fifty years I rode and rammed,
With Mr Knobby never planned,
Like the other dum, dumb, dum, dumm, damned,
Until I got enlightenment,
The nose cap on the missile end,
It tickles if you use it when,
Access denied, nose cap it sends,
The ladies just excitement,
Tremors of entitlement,
So think about it then?
No brain-dead-headed men ?
Short jabs inside, it’s meant
The rapture of alignment…
Don Johnson

One step into her aflamed path
With even an intention so good
Anyone could, yet none should
She knits your lips with her name
So you won't remember
the one who's heart you hold
Your lovers' bane
Her Eden's Revenge is all she contains
The destruction of your soul is all that remains
The Queen of Vultures and Wargs
She serves Asmodeus and nothingmore
Sitra Achra you will surely find
Misstress of Mayhem
The lights grow dim
You've found the blood of your love
"Just dream if it was only you and me
Far into the left side far from The Hand of God
Run with me into the deeps of Sitra Achra"

Here's to all that put up a good fight. A tough battle of day, so we can all safely sleep tonight.
Our brother troops on a foreign ground, wide awake with evil all around.
Outcasts in a bleak lifeless place. Any free time, just trying to picture your face.
Day falls away, and out comes glimmering stars. Not much else to see here, but broken walls and burned up cars.
Within many U.S. troops, thrives a common hope. To defeat these psycho groups, is what we all mainly scope.
Day by day, days drag on. More time here and more friends gone.
Many wish on these stars in the sky. A common wish to finally say goodbye!
Some time from now and not too long, mission complete and soon to sing the song.
These years have come and past. We all have grown very strong, and the bond will always last.
Next up coming, will be our ride back home. Back with our family and freedom to roam.

Poet Destroyer ~ A
Contest Name ANY POEM YOU POSTED THIS WEEK.
Heart ~ Darkness
Heart of darkness, tortured by sin,
Pain and misgivings, anger within,
Born of the working class,
Never to win,
Slave to the master,
Of the previous life
Kept down for centuries,
Now heart of ice
Hopeless of caste,
Remembering the game
Driven to madness,
Murderer, quite insane,
Stares down the master,
Cringes, he grins,
Cuffs him, slaps harder,
Nobody wins,
Insane laughter,
Grins…
Don Johnson
Tony,
Born to suffer in silence,
to carry the load and enthral,
no other way but the darkness,
till return of the one frees us all...

Evil at the door
In darkest day and brightest night,
Evil is an awe-ful sight,
Beware the beast is at your door,
Be prepared, life is the score
Be valiant in the night,
Adrenaline ignite,
Destroy destroy destroy...
Don Johnson?

Circle interrupted
The circle of life an death to comprehend?
The 7 levels, able to climb or descend,
Be not a bugger, a step up will lend,
Or slide with the lowest,
for bad deeds offend,
so many times, I’ve tripped and I fell,
the murder of friends, slipping down to the hell,
but upwards I’m climbing, not doing so well,
damnation around the polititian, the pompous its smell,
a spiral not seen, the camoflagued spell,
for we travel blind, with a clue, yet unspelt?
So have yet one care, when you’re robbing the poor,
Robbed in your turn, only ten times the more,
Payback does come, for an eye or a tooth,
Sow an ye reap, a slap down forsooth,
Within his eternal law,
So will you be returning some more, haw haw?
Don Johnson

Swiss secret bank accounts exposed
The Swiss banks are ordered to show the dirty deeds
of the tory polititian with their hoards of dollar greed,
in this coming age of honesty all will be surveyed,
and the dollars in the kickbacks, all to be displayed,
and the greedy shake in terror of the evil honesty,
as all the swiss of numbers expose their gallantree...
Don Johnson
great mission really
the graft and corruption needs exposing to keep people honest in this very case

the balance stick,
am i the joke,
stop you on the middle stroke,
cut you short bloody quick,
hold you close, give you the flick,
tough love the voice does croak,
between those thighs betwixt,
sandlewood the smoke,
here loving thoughts exist,
i hope...:} Don
re: Dr Ram "A Lady Hamlet"

As ye sow,
you get the maybe corn,
and reap,
the stinking uncooked prawn,
cos ye n me are slack ....
ones deed comes up to speed ,
like car on the racing track,
it comes around yes indeed,
next time it gives you a smack,
karma on the racetrack steed,
a hurting memory Jack,
why the silly bludger always bleeds,
elementary, it talks back....
Don

Captain Cleopatra was feeling very pleased today, as she stood, on the bridge of the Federation's Moonblaster 5
This was her first command after passing out of the "Universal Academy of Feline Officers" and she held her tail high
Being in command was alien to her but with the experienced Probate Officer "Moon Martial Macafferty" by her side she was feeling good and relaxed inside
Orders were clear, war had been declared on Dalmatian Galaxy U, after intelligence reports had spotted a Special Forces Dog Unit, stealing bones from Feline Cemetery Interior 2
Now they had been tasked with this campaign and she would follow her orders through but to do it they would have to travel three thousand light years to Cosmos Blue
Moon Martial Macafferty had issued the crew, with extra large aniseed balls which he knew,
would tempt the Special Forces Dog Unit out of their bolt hole, on Moon Alpha Seven, next to "Mount King Cole"
Cleopatra looked out of the bridge window, at the distant sun, she put her paw to the holster, which held her stun gun, She thought "soon", very very soon, we will pass the twinkle line, on the dark side of the moon
Planet Atropolis looked beautiful at night, with its seventy six, astral fire flames, dancing in the light. Her Mother was Resident Queen Mouse Clearer, The highest honour to bestow, to rid the place of vermin mice, she had took the vow
Macafferty with his long golden whiskers and his full length fur of blue, whispered "your in charge girl" it was time to go, she knew
She stepped up to a loud hailer, "ATTENTION CREW, GOOD DAY" fasten all your harnesses, we are on our way

Pulling back the sleepy Shawl
Sliding open the glass doors
New Light hits my tired face
And floods across the tiled floor
The room grows with clarity
Gloomy corners lighten
Radiance washes the white walls
My eyes slowly widen
Stretching and yawning
A cold kiss of balcony on bare feet
I step into the fresh glow of morning
Above the scent of trees and sparrow tweet
Waking up over mountains and sea
I stare out to the colours of Cyprus
Towards Aphrodite's baths
And the rich hues of the Akamas
Across this exotic landscape
The sunbeams illuminate all
A cool morning air glides over my skin
And pours into my pores

The rush I get while moving higher
With beauty surrounding me
A cloud goes past my heart beats faster
We wait to soar down to the sea
I jump to fall right to the ground
A leash of life upon my back
The wind hits my ears breaking sound
I need to open up my pack
The reach to pull the cord of life
I feel the air flow through my hands
It's cutting like a cold sharp knife
Now waiting till my body lands

yessir ...us ole guys sure,
do love anchovies on our pizza....
right back to 74 when as a bouncer on the door,
at 3am id get me some ,
from luckys Pizza some,
In the valley, bloody yum...
and the crowd would yell for more...
re: Robert Pettit " Anchovies On My Pizza"
yum
Don

Over a hundred years ago in the bush of west Queensland
the cure all for everything was,
a mixture of axle grease blue stone and arsenic.
It was known to heal up skin cancer,
sore backs on horses kill swamp cancer on a horses belly ...
.it killed the skin cancer on old lumpy an Aboriginal about 1900 ad..
.bluestone was used to get rid of proud flesh on a horse...
.My great great grandpa Joe White,
when asked was it any good?
He replied it will heal up a dogs ass in 3 days,
and grow hair on it on the 4th ...
arsenic puffed into white ants kills many
and they cannabalise till the last ant goes hungry
thanks for your time...
Don

Logics spirit burns in the ID, storm,
occupys the conscience right,
The animals hatred fury spawns,
Explodes, mayhem fills the night,
The ID is sometimes in control, aspect,
The animal body, the emotion driven part,
Emotion gives ID just no respect,
The butchers blood runs dark???
ID he shudders just a bit
When the animal makes manure,
Repulsive animal discharge it,
ID, dislikes a thought of sewer,
Animal lusts they do take charge,
While the ID shudders large,
Animal passion has control,
ID in parked garage?
The duality of man,
2 parts to make the whole???
A mismatch fit,
where the soul do sit,
With an animal ego large?
The beast HAS from spirit stole,,
When emotion has control,
Beware the beast in charge,
Stinking animal is at large,
Do find the remote control?
Don Johnson

I worked as a wardsman,
at the hospital RBH,
male nurse he patted asses man,
said the old guys in debate,
they found it irritating,
the patting fondling touch,
so we thought upon an answer,
the answer wasn’t much,
one old guy, he saved a fart,
the nurse was petting him,
he jerked away with such a start,
from the farting odor grim,
he ran squealing like a tart,
the wardmen had to grin,
the old guy had done his part,
ill wind it came from him,
A big type nurse she said to me,
Are you really on with Tim,
I said come to my bedroom babe,
When the lights are low an dim.
Nope…
Don Johnson

Cap'n & the Wench *part the second*
Says the Wench to the Cap'n "I thinks I'll have Me a Tequila!"
So says the Cap'n to the Wench "Go right ahead Me Dear~
I'll be hard a'lee ta feel Ya!"
With an Evil Grin & a Twinkle in his Eye~
So's the Wench did notice & then By & By~
& did say to the Cap'n "Be mindin' Yer P's & Q's!"
"Fer Me's the Wench what Decides that which Ye Do!"
"Yer no Grinnin'Porpoise & that there's no Danged Flipper!"
"Har!" says the Cap'n ~ "I am though the Skipper!"
The Wench ran afo'rd from foc'sl to the Sprit~
The Cap'n knew this'n Wouldn't Swoon & Quit~
Up & Down all Headstays~Chasin' Each Other Fast~
'Til all Sharks in the Channels were Quite Aft Aghast~
The Mighty North Wind did so Howl that Wild Stormy Night....
The Great Ship did Roll with Nary a Wave in Sight....
When then there a'sudden was a Tremendous Bolt from Darkened Blue....
"Har!" Says the Wench " ~ 'Twas Me... I Figgered Ye Knew!"
Now & Then that Cap'n was so rightfully a'Top~
Yet Lil'Wench was the One Who simply wouldn't Stop!~
She Screamed from the MastHead & Hollered from the Riggin'~
Har! Mighty Cap'n let's keep on just a'Friggin'!
The Ol' Cap'n soon Found Hisself Danglin' from the Mizzen~
Only that which Held 'im Fast had Now completely Risen!
Slidin' down the Backstay was the Only Proper Choice~
Fer the Wench's Little Thighs were Stronger than her Voice!
Now in Ports where all Pyrates finally to a Dock come a'Side~
Ne'er does a Man or Woman really Know how was that Wild Ride~
Now the Bows & the Belly of the Ship were Finally Quiet~
The Wench had gone Below with Her Bellyachin' Pyrate!
The Great Ship is Seen Oft enough Sailin' Agin on the Seas....
With Always enough Tequila with which that Hardy Wench to Please!
SeaWolf

1.
I Am in
luxury,
My dreams
have taken
me there,
My stood
by
decisions
have
gotten me
Health and
Wealth,
At least I
am not
found in
the
Morgue,
How else
could I be
here
without
Hardwork,
Humility
and God's
blessings.
2
If the
reverse
were to be
called
upon
then
you would
resurrect
POVERTY,
If I took
defeat for
A
Companion,
Then
would I
evidently
languish
till my
Dying day,
If I didn't
sweat
towards
my dream,
thus
would I
worship
daily at
Life's
'Abyssmal'
Sanctuary,
For as A
Man I
heeded
Success's
call.

9toes
The bloody 9toes needed boots,
Cos he had just nine toes,
Big toe in the back wheel had slipped,
Push bike has caused his woes,
got him for carnal knowledge, Merle,
But all he dug was dirt,
Riding the ten bob, dollar, Shirl,
Poor will got bruised an hurt,
Later on he went way north,
To get another lady,
The bridge crossed was fifty feet below,
Got airborne flying maybe,
Cunnamulla fella, buried him,
The local ladies wept,
Nine toes had now crossed the styx,
And Charon was perplexed …
Don Johnson

Curse of the twenty two
Ole Con he was a Yeoman at bloody El Alamein,
And he lifted out the mines where lead fell like bloody rain,
Driven sort of crazy, with death buzzing all around,
And the butcher shop of blood an guts, sort-of made him friggin frown,
Bronco Don had earmarked Bally Watson,
after a fight at the bar,
Put a bullet through his earhole ,
So he left the town hurrah,
And the coppers couldn’t find,
A witless witness, bloody now,
cOs they thought ole Johnson,
might get the word of “top-off” any how?
{Aussie, Police spy or dobber}
Con he did borrow the same rifle,
That earmarked Bally’s ear,
And his son was using it the rifle,
To shoot Rabbit, eat him here,
Rolled up in his swag ole twenty two went off,
As the swag it hit the ground,
Shot the boy dead .22 lead,
Bloody sadness all around,
Ole Con came racing up the stairs,
Plane crash very near,
Four Dirran. Men, were burning when,
The word old Don did hear,
At a hundred miles an hour he drove,
to save the lives of none,
The police said they are bloody dead,
Though he battled the flames yes some,
Four funerals we all went ,
Our friends were surely dead
Four young men to heaven sent,
Our hearts had the weight of lead,
So I swapped it away, the bad luck gun,
Ole Nodder Smith he got it,
He built a special case for that one,
The curse of the twenty two, on-nit…
Don Johnson

i think we do agree,
before we are born ,
to spend some time together,
the ones that draw and startle some,
but never stay no never, one,
a flash in the pan,
a labour of love,
and then they're gone forever???
some?
Don
re: "Another Life"
Debbie Duncan

Heritage is our past.
It is our compass.
A direction forward.
A trail of facts.
Heritage is indeed a fact.
Lets walk our lives' tract.
I am never in the dark.
I will stay out of the trap.
Like a dog did the bark.
I sail my Layag to trace what is back.
Indeed heritage is a trail of martabbat.
To move, start with one step forward.
I love you heritage.
Layag Sug!
Martabbat means a pride, honor and morality.

Premonition
We have this hidden talent in us,
which often gets denied,
we think that cos we're different,
that we will get despised,
sometimes the religous,
think that Satan comes to ride,
when you make a prediction,
and the truth does come to pass,
from inside,
then you worry did you cause it,
with thoughts of happenings, at last,
and doubts an worry for which,
he died alack, alas,
I said Charlie could be dead by monday,
and by God, oh yes he was,
bloody premonition one day,
feeling bad, for just because...
Don Johnson
Russell it is my sometimes curse,
to relate the awful worse,
no enjoyment comes,
with thoughts of death of some,
a curse becomes....
on ya Nancy of the Jones,
knowing thaings me dog jus moans,
poetry is good for some,
suk it up i''ll have to sum
alone...

Lig Na Basate was a dragon of Celtic lore.
Lig Na Bastate travels the breadth,
Of Ireland for his meal.
Beware the brimstone of his breath,
Your fear you must conceal.
To stand and claim your victory,
Against this Devil’s tool,
To send him into history
A true heart must be cruel.
Grasp ye the handle of your pike,
Sleep with it in your clutch.
Care for the sharpness of its spikes
The coldness of its touch.
The lance that this hero carries,
Can kill from either end.
Whether he must dodge or parry,
The thrust of death he’ll send.
Beware ye weepy little man,
The beastie wants your bones.
He cares not of your hearth nor clan,
He cares not of your homes.
He only wants to eat you down,
To fill his empty gut.
Be quiet now don’t make a sound,
Lay flat inside the rut.
Lig Na Bastate sniffs at the air,
Trying to catch a scent.
Deciding if anyone’s there,
‘Till asleep and again content.
Now wee small man the time is right,
To curse the beastie’s birth,
Strike against him with all your might,
Return him to the earth.
But the head of the lance was broke,
Striking against a scale.
With rage the dragon soon awoke,
Smiting man with his tail.
Then turned he to gobble his prize,
But froze as in a trance.
For there before his flaming eyes,
The man stood with his lance.
The dragon blinked to clear his sight,
The man hurled with God’s speed.
He pierced the monster in the fight,
The beast was left to bleed.
The warrior’s bride took the scales,
From off the dragon’s hide.
She made a hero’s suit of mail,
And a shield for his side.
Remember this my little child,
When howling winds do blow.
He will protect you from the wild,
Of this you need to know.

1930s Dirranbandi Mucky eye fix
Coming back from bloody Cobar,
where the dust storms used to blow,
came the mucky eyed with Sandy Blight,
as the mucky eyed do go,
back in the thirties - forties,
Ning-a-Ning Joseph saw em, hah,
When ole man Wise took to fixing,
Mucky eyeballs, yes bloody sah!
Widdle in a bottle, swirl the mixture, sweet delight,
Add a little drop of Ainaseed, to kill the smell orright,
Splash it on the eyeball, let it trickle tickle there,
Just a widdle bit of seeing,
Till yer sight was bloody fair,
The mucky eyed no longer gummed up, & eyelid red,
just the trickle on the eyeball, fixed the mucky yucky head,
Ole wise was up 4 sainthood at the Black stump water hole,
A widdle bit of widdle cleans the eye and soothes the soul?
Don Johnson

In
Yucutan beneath the
crypt,
Beneath the floor
Atlantis script,
Narrow minded
science abhors,
The mention of a
myth, deplores,
Any mention that it
sits,
Beneath the ocean
gripped,
Atlantic knows the
score,
Ten thousand years
and more,
Sanity eclipsed,
The records never
bore,
You will know the
rest of it,
At the opening of
the door,
For there the
records sit,
Amazing as before,
The continent kinda
dipped...
Don Johnson

Delilah, the young woman with the yellow locks
Light skin, brown eyes, vengeance in her walk.
On the run from a past filled with gloom
Can’t escape her curse; suffering and doom
The darkness calls her name as she runs from the devil
Monsters of the night out to terrorize and revel
Blood left in her path but not by her own doing
For the gift of immortality, death is ensuing
Oh wow what she’d give to not have to run
Every life and every soul, another mistake
Her soul she would give to see the demons be gone
But her curse is eternal, no way to break
Delilah, the beauty with a heart of stone
The queen of the dance, lonely hearts as her throne
Intoxicating kiss, she brings men to their knees
A hundred years of running, yet she can’t drown out their pleas
To be in her bed is both a blessing and a curse
One night in bliss; and the next night in a hearse
But the curse is not so absolute, there’s more to it than death
The trail of blood goes deep before the final breath
Oh wow what she’d give to not have to run
Every life and every soul, another mistake
Her soul she would give to see the monsters be gone
But her curse is eternal, no way to break
All she wanted was to be loved; she didn’t know what it would cost
All she wanted was him; but in the end he was lost
Lies and deceit, adultery and sin; the price the heart pays for a fading moment
A hundred years later, there’s nothing within. An eternity of torment, cursed to repent
Oh wow what she’d give to not have to run
Every life and every soul, another mistake
Her soul she would give to see the evil all done
But her curse is eternal, no way to break
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Mr Wise Man, show me the way
I can't keep walking into walls all day
Quitting jobs wasn't easy but the reasons we're wrong
I felt like I was feeding King Kong
Left my life to help those that need it
Got mistreated, left, all to repeat it
The lessons are eternal they won't ever change,
That's your gift to me so that I won't be deranged.
So now that I have gotten better please give me my strength
My life is something that is losing it's length.
Mr Wise Man, show me the way
I can't keep walking into walls all day
Tolerance has always been my strongest feature,
Made me forget about every evil creature.
Test my limits all you want, I know it's vital
That is all a case of survival.
I don't know why I just keep trying
In the end I know I'll be dying.
My faith has been put to test
A test that will put me to rest
All the worlds I've been to
All the places I've gone through
Every single man woman and child
Every single one would make another mild
Stronger than the rest
This should make me the best
Or maybe it's best I don't know
Maybe it's best I just go
So Mr Wise Man, don't show me the way
I can't keep walking into walls all day
I'll walk my own path

POISON! 1st first.
I was coming up from Tamworth, riding on a tired horse.
Past Barraba we wandered north, on a slow and dusty course.
Near Barraba I drew short rein, and paused to watch a sight.
A boy was thrown off again, a black horse
who'd buck and fight.
It's there I made an offer grim, to the
farmer and his son.
Swop you horses and I'll ride him,
with this bludger I'll have fun.
I mounted and he bucked away,
I spurred and drove him on.
I was the winner on the day,
cantered off and I was gone.
He was a black and evil thing,
he wouldn't give me half a chance.
He'd bite and kick like lightning, surely
buck and root and prance.
Saturday morning in Moree,
saw aunt Mona at the pub.
She said "get a paper for me",
said "I'll get it for you love."
Dirty Shirt Molloy got a paper
for me, for I couldn't leave the horse.
Black Poison rooted like a flea,
reefed his head up, used some force.
An Irish cop he grabbed the reins,
and held them in his hand.
Arrested us we had no brains,
he'd jail us both quite grand.
My spurs they gouged him proper,
the black lurched down the street.
He bucked and kicked the copper,
clean bowled him off his feet.
We galloped for the border
through a sea of clinging mud.
Coppers chased us in flivver,
to a river choked by flood.
So I dived him in the Gwyder,
off a steep sharp falling bank.
Then we surfaced horse and rider,
wet as shags from nose to flank.
Ride round the coppers came the order,
and bypass all the towns.
Swam the river at the border,
dodged the police, we'd lost those clowns.
Don Johnson

Since my first glance
Of the lady like a gazelle
Along the silent street
I have hoped
To meet her again.
Since the first gaze—
My solitary admiration of her ebony figure
Along Joseph Harrison street,
Passionately have I scripted
My heart’s sequential expressions:
“Let me fill your heart
with bundles of gazania flower,
let me into your warm arms and
hover my lips over yours
in the confines of my gazebo.”
“Let me have a taste
of your succulent breast--
a sweet cherry in the forest--
to bedew my rusty heart
for being in love again!”
Severely, Shallion hissed
And grasped my thigh,
Slowly she clung her red-lips
Tighter to my subtly moistened lips
Along the silent street.

Reality of current Aussie politics
Class distinction pins the poor,
On the bottom rung of the ladder sure,
Wakey wakey worker here,
Rich men want you cheaper, sneer!
That a worker could want more???
Wake up worker its your game,
Pinned to contract, rich man saying,
Forced onto contract sure,
What the bloody hell for,
Cheap as chips will work the poor,
The paltry bosses gain...

Once a
jolly Drongo sat on
the riverbank,
sucking Go-anna eggs
till it brought
insanity,
oh he tried a bit of
thinking,
but his mind was
just a blank,
Fourex beer he'd be
a drinking,
But the Kiwis' are
owning that
so he chewed on some
burnt Damper,
and drank some Billy
tea,
and thought about
the master,
and his obscenity,
bloody torys on a
working class
attack,
15 thousand in
Queensland got the
sack,
sacking Nurses,
Doctors, closing
bush hospitals a
fact,
advertising lies on
tv, “we're fixing
hospitals' ole
chap,”
but all two faced
tories, do agree,
a fixing debt is
bloody good for
thee,
get crippled or
sick, you'll feel
the smack,
when Medicare is
dead? and the poor
die back!
just like the first
war slaughter,
when they killed off
humanity,
march into the nice
machine guns,
are you bloody
cowardly?
but slaughter bloody
slaughter does
attract,
the monkey morons
will attack,
for any cause they
can find, it ought
to be?
and greed is taking
over, don't you see?
It will affect the
poor tory, alas &
alack?
And the fat toads
are laughing,
laughing,
sucking cigars on
the track,
“And the rich are
getting richer and
the poor a
certainty?”
so do you like any
part of that?!?
Don Johnson
........... Drongo
is dumb Aussie bird

Cheat
I could cheat but it is wrong,
To rob your brother of his song,
To undercut his wages, worse,
To bring on self the awful curse,
But you knew it all along.
Power of thought can win a game,
But cheating is just a thieving same,
Build for self the future pain,
Be born in old Uganda.
Without a bloody veranda,
Black in the face again?
Propaganda brainwash cheat,
Lies are spilling into the street,
Mass media are indiscreet,
To the super rich they pander,
Will Africa be sweet,
No bloody veranda.
So their persecuting you today,
Sucking muddy water, no fun hey,
Machete, sidestep duck away,
Hide under the veranda.
Don Johnson

Maralinga, Maralinga,
where the white mans fire still burns,
Where atomic radiation made the little creatures squirm,
Where walked old Nooran Gurra with the Emu fella dance,
Where the bloody fire an brimstone didn't give em any chance,
bloody radiation, awful fire of death still burns,
An his bone are bleaching whiter,
Has his spirit come to terms,
Not bloody likely,
So they give us Maralinga,
So linger longer, yes we can,
Does luekemia point the finger,
If we live upon the land.?
?? Don
yes by crikey, death and sand...
Maralinga was just one of the 1950s, British, 12 atomic blast sites, before the radiation blew to the four corners of Australia giving us the sweet subtle strontium 90 in the cows milk off the radioactive grass that the cows did eat. And the geigher counter service guy couldn't stop the counter working franticly cos the radioactive rain was falling in Brisbane in 1955...

peals the bell of sweetest sweet romance,
Where Mystic Rose begins to memorise the dance,
where love was sweetest ever known,
where passion was mesmerised and overthrown,
by the mystic wielder of the lance,
suggestive in its very overtone...
Don

Don Johnson’s Heart Attack fix
Oh he drank and he smoked and lived through a war,
His arteries were blocked so they said,
Massive heart attack got him, almost for sure,
Chest tromping horses , walking the more,
Almost crushed him to death,
Driven by ambulance hundreds of miles,
A truck sideswiped it, a pest,
Up onto the footpath under awnings with style,
We aint got to the hospital just yet.
Doctor he said “stay in your bed,”
“You know them big bloody stop signs,”
So he went to bed for 2 years or so Fred,
His heart was a thumping those lines,
A book did appear that altered his fear,
Vitamin E and the heart,
It was around 1973, oh dear,
Grabbing at straws from the start,
Two thousand milligrams did he take,
The daily dose fixed him,
Went opal gouging at Lightening Ridge,
Almost buried, death by whim?
The side effect was energy bent,
You now felt so alive,
Your little friend beat you out of bed,
Pre viagra’s sexual drive.
Don Johnson
ANTIOXIDANTS ARE GOOD FOR YOU AT THE CELL LEVEL REPAIR...
I was amazed in the improvement in my Dad he got another 20 years out of that
worn out heart, his hardening of the arteries improved. He was always one for doublng treatments for best effect, the Book should still be in production in the US. "Vitamin E and the heart" The book got you back on your feet and sent you back to work:)
My mum is annoyed that she cant take vitam E with her wolfren medications,
she was on Vitamin E almost 40 years.
Seems the arteries improve the flow of blood and it thins the blood too like asparin.
Ask you doctor can you do it?

I worked with a guy in the eighties who had a heart attack, I told him of Vitamin E,
he was rejuvenated by the vitamin, and very pleased with himself!

Rancid soap
Rancid bloody cooking oil,
In the bloody soap to spoil,
Sniff the soap before you buy,
Rancid smell, do pass it by,
If not stinking, is your soul,
Rotten stinking oil is used,
to make the soap,
Sometimes you’ll use,
Never bloody smell amused,
When rancid lather cries,
Begone with the greasy fries,
Cos all yer friends y’all lose…
be rancid smelly too,
The stink that some despise,
But you’ll attract the flies,
The stinking blowfly blues,
So sniff the soap yes do!
Don Johnson
Check your soap for rancid!!!

just sidestep through the ether,
sucking on a bong or reefer,
till you reach the land of sweet forget me not,
see the shades and ghosties shiver,
crossing the styx ole man river,
remembering sometimes,
is forgot?
Don
thank you Dr Ram great poem.
"The Twin Worlds"

New Contracter
So they are forcing you out on to a contract,
Playing silly buggers with you today,
What happened to your holidays, a fact,
Did long service go on its way,
No lifelong job in the future,
But vote for the buggers you may,
Cheap labor for the LNP is fruit-ful,
As long as you work cheap today,
But Drongoes vote without a thought, (dumb birds)
On who wants to lower their pay,
Good wages won are brought to naught,
If the Liberals rule today,
In short the Queensland way?
Don

A WAY OUT WEST PHATT IS GOOD
AND BLING-BLING IS FANCY STUFF
THEM COWBOYS THERE DRESS REAL FINE
CAUSE THE WORK OUT THERE AINT ROUGH
I WENT OUT WEST TO SEE THE SIGHTS
AND LORDY THEY WAS FINE
COWBOYS THERE RIDE IN LIMOSENES
THEM COWBOYS THERE DRINK WINE
I MET UP WITH THIS FANCY COWBOY
DOWNTOWN ON RODEO DRIVE
HE HAD A PRETTY GIRL ON EACH ARM
AND BROTHER THEY WAS FINE
HIS HAT HE SAID WAS MADE OF FAUX
IT LOOKED LIKE RABBIT FUR TO ME
THE HATBAND WAS COVERED WITH DIAMONDS
AND PEACOCK FEATHERS FANCY AS COULD BE
HE’S THE PHATTEST GUN IN TOWN
HE’S THE PHATTEST GUN IN TOWN
BLING-BLING FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS TOES
HE’S THE PHATTEST GUN IN TOWN
HIS SHIRT WAS MADE OF JAPAN SILK
WITH BUTTONS MADE OF PEARLS
HE WORE A FANCY GOLDEN BUCKLE
THAT SAID MY NAME IS EARLE
HE WORE TWO PEARL HANDLED PISTOLS
SLUNG DOWN LOW ON HIS WAIST
ONE WAS A FANCY CIGAR LIGHTER
THE OTHER HOLDS BRANDY JUST A TASTE
CHORUS
HE SAID HEY BRO YOUR NEW IN TOWN
ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A DATE
THESE GIRLS WILL SHOW YOU A REAL GOOD TIME
GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM AND WAIT
I LOOKED AT HIM AND THEN AT THEM
AND THEN I JUST SAID NO
MY WIFE IS WAITIN’ BACK AT THE RANCH
AND I REALLY GOT TO GO
CHORUS

let the fetters fall where they will,
when they put me down there,
under the 6 foot hill,
or perhaps to hang there on the hook,
trim me gall bladder,
gone forsook,
at the university...
a course ol Halliwell, says he took....
but i swore to steal him from the drawer,
bring him home, yes once more,
lower him beneath the door,
in the backhoe hole ole chook,
long as me back holds out for sure,
Ol Halliwell neath the door...
Don Johnson
my mate Frank says the university can have his bones,
to hang on the hook so i can moan ,
but steal his bones perhaps i must,
place beneath the door on his 2 acres, just,
its what he wants for sure.....
Frank Halliwell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mail - Frank.Halliwell@gmail.com
Homepage at http://www.poemhunter.com/
************************************************
While prose may carry all the facts, the voice of verse is sweeter
For poetry transports the soul on lilting rhyme and meter.
~~~~~~~~~ http://frankhalliwell.tripod.com/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Awakened by the loud pistol shot
A battle commenced blood was hot
“Where am I?” Alexzander thought
Noises progressing where the battle fought
Curiosity took hold, he dressed quickly
CRACK! Up above the sound sickening
A voice he heard and recognized instantly
“Reassuring” he said admittedly
Up the stairs sprinted the young lad
Once on deck the vision was sad
Sailors were dead and he was mad
Then tears welled up feelings bad
Something moved to quick to feel
The blade ran through, pain was real
Cold was the sharpened steel
His eyes closed shut, then he kneeled….
As the blade slew through his chest
His eyes caught hold of a man abreast
A shaven man of unknown test
Had regret in mind of his lawful jest
A boy so sickly murdered made the man ill
Took all his fight and spirit still
Then he turned towards the shrill
Of Capitan Red Beards final kill!
Over the planks he stammered over
To the boy with blood filling odor
Then to the man steel now shouldered
Now it’s his time of death to lower.
A swing of a sword severed his head
A feeling of guilt for a child now dead
I shouldn’t have left my bed
His only tear is now being shed
A witch doctor tattooed from eye to foot
Covered the wound with a grainy soot
“A life still breaths in this crook!”
“Quick my magic and my book!”
12 days and 12 nights his magic cast
The wisdom of his darkened past
Healed the boy his color fast
Dreams were plotting a mind so vast

Capt'n Jack ‘ere and dead I be
drowned in the Hoodoo Sea.
Fire lit the sky as we sailed by
not far from Bim’ni.
Dey say ders nothin’ strange out der
off de coast of Bim’ni.
But dey’v naught seen de ‘alf of it
de compass spinnin’ free.
Columbus sawr it too dey say
or so ‘is log records.
A blindin’ light, a fire ball
stunn’d all of de yeo men on board.
Some say it were a meteor
some ‘allucination
Others say it’s a mystery
yarn'd by lower stations.
Dey say ders nothin’ strange out der
Off de coast of Bim’ni
But dey’v naught seen de ‘alf of it
De compass spinnin’ free
Fishermen ‘ere ‘ave der own lore
and say ‘ere monsters be.
Some name the dev’ls triangle
I calls it Hoodoo sea....
*The mystery of the Bermuda Triangle brought to you by Capt'n Jack
please feel free to write me music!

Never make deals with devils or run from them fight tooth and nail strike the root kill the stem who rides Dark wooden trails poet’s wild hunt crossing paths light shatter the cold front riding a goat, great red beard with goat's hooves evil’s king many cloven slippers behooves storm of lies hold truth as bosom’s bride showing as angel of light but death hides Beneath the willows of time in alder realms dark past under the flowering wicker’s elm night rituals try to reclaim what is not theirs hounds run devil-may-care Harlequins dare krampus jolly olé nick Binding birch whip eight legged lies bloody tongue does drip * - based upon Erlking, Der Erlkönig and his supernatural death

Who was it?
Who was it sacked the fifteen thousand,
Who enjoys the sacking, he just smiles
Who has the public informing on public servants,
On who went to McDonalds for lunch with style,
Who was it fixed the hospitals,
Sacked the nurses, closed the wards,
Tory Doctors stopped complaining,
Not a whinge from them is heard?
Who was it?
Who was it promised the Public Servants,
Oh yes your jobs are safe?
Who wants contracts for all the workers,
Cheaper labor across the state,
Who was it, blames poor Anna,
For the cost of floods an cyclone,
Who is the meanest penny pincher,
uncrowned king upon the throne?
Nah not him, his brain’s on loan,
…
Who was it?
Who turfed out the handicapped,
From Council caravan parks and places,
Took Carer pensions from the parents,
While he smiles and laughs, erases,
Who never wanted the Clem7 tunnel,
And said it wasn’t me,
And in the council t’was mouth a funnell,
Who now lies so eloquently,
Who was it,
the tunnel pusher in council, was,
Clem 7 failed to make the rich, richer,
undermined ole Brisbane, just because,
too dear, no money in the picture,
the greedy tolls, failed thereof,
the money guys are surely bitter,
because of no shiny glitter,
money of, no money of ….
very sad hey….
Who is running our state?
Don Johnson

In the Bay of Slaves the ships home port
The pirates lived in a wooden fort
Stealing and fighting was their sport
A modest abode for their knavish sort
Many children joined for class inside
Rules were kept for those to abide
Alexzanders eyes swept side to side
Behind the captain he tried to hide
“From now on you’re my son and this your home.
Other children are here, no more alone.
Your teacher is a professor from Rome.
So enjoy this land and make it your own.”

Search Meditation
Find your way by trial and error,
Keep a looking for the way,
For the book you want is rarer,
Than is in the print, does say,
So you search for a millennia,
Path is long and hard, don’t stray,
Lack of focus your dilemma,
But you’re getting closer hey,
But around a shabby corner,
See a bookshop in your way,
And by one darkened mourner,
Dusty volumes seem to prey,
Select the most unlikely,
In it words to take away,
Search has ended oh so quitly
The answer,
thought-full words in play,
Cos imagination it fuels,
Many many, thoughts to stray.
Don Johnson

the first sunrise ...
the dawning of the ages yet to come ...
when Adam walked on earth and all were one ....
before greed and evil caused no mirth ,
and brought us all,
down to earth, undone....
“depart from Eden everyone.”
Don

UNIVERSITY 4 THE POOR
With the current climate of dumb down the poor,
so they are less of a challenge to the Liberal/National Tory type masters….
(Creating greater Class distinction between the Sir and Mr. vs. the lower class
jones and smith.)
Now that the University fee has become unobtainable by the average person.
Australians need the fairness of a free online university,
perhaps run by retired professors world wide.
(They would have to pass the dementia test?)
We the people call on Clive Palmer our “national treasure”
to set up a university in his own name, to show the future
educatable children, rich or poor, the shining light of good fella Clive,
Who else could save the day for the poor? A regular Robin Hood fighting for
fairness in our great country!
• under the southern cross we stand,
• and liberty is our demand,
• you stand on us , we will stand on you,
• careful how you treat us blue,
• cos we will fight , be damned....its true....
Don Johnson

To some he is a myth or legend
But I am here to answer your questions
Is he real? Merely a tale to scare?
Oh he is real and you best beware!
None have seen him in decades it is said
Because he waits till your asleep in bed
Master swordsman, pirate, and sniper all true?
Only you will know when he comes for you
I suppose he cast spells on those he sees
Believe it boy he’ll bend your knees
Seems unnatural or a cheap lie at best
You will realize it when you’re a bloody mess
This interview is over you senile old fool
Take him away and serve him extra gruel

Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
Sleeping atop a Mountain
Far from Greenwood village
enthralling people of Folly
Under calamity
Thou Doesn’t notice
Thou Do not take notice of
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
veiled as Travelers
Believe they’re always here
So pay Heed and forever be benevolently
And Fortuna pursue thee
provide them with Strife
They will show Thee
what adversity
fills our world
Light-Hearted-Ale
Intoxicated trickery
singing blissfully
Awaiting Audience, Wait and see
shown Thy Hospitality
With Bread and Cheese
O' Morgan ap Rhys
Play the Harp so Enchantingly
All Will dance
Until death bestowed
following the Revenging road
Abuse the will
Of The Unseen
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris
Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution
Thou Couldn’t see how enchantment
Curses Evil
For In the Night
All Will Disappear

MIND SEE
So you don’t believe in visualization,
You don’t think that magic can work,
Look up at a little cloud in the sky
see it dissolve, it can’t hurt,
when you find that it works for you,
mind see, on a cloudy day,
see the sun now, a breaking through,
the sky bright an blue,
it happens, just as I say,
see it in your mind of eye,
when chickens fart and try to fly,
and feathers flap, some get so high,
a bird thing just perhaps,
doubt will surely let you fail,
faith puts the breese within your sail,
mental strength the holy grail,
you power house, yes you~
drought it comes the water gone,
see a low a circled form,
see it on the weather map adorn,
and rain may come to you~
If you believe it true,
Then Faith can bring it through,
“Mind see” the magic tool,
Disregarded by the fool,
All through eternity:}
Don Johnson

Atlantis will be proved,
one day soon.
when the moon the planets are in tune,
and we will see 4 self,
crystals were yes, used for health,
used for power, perpetual motion,
Tuaoi stone the great crystal,
could direct you on the ocean,
conversation's, spirit's dwell,
came direction high Priest tell's,
the one Gods word to fear dispel.
and for computers we might tune,
Tuaoi stone the seers rune,
the guidance system 4 Valixi, (aircraft)
submarines & electricity.
all proved of the seers loom,
when brought forth from the sunken room.
Egypt's and Yucatan's rooms, the
lesson's of history....
thanks Tamas & Vienna, I scanned the well...
Don Johnson
Yes Russell,
If you apply pressure to a crystal it produces a voltage, power....the vibration at the frequency the crystal is cut for, can become a power supply....ultrasonic machines apply power to banks of crystals to shake the dirt off blinds and jewels in the cleaning water at the speed of the crystal vibration, i used to build them 4 a boss.....Tuaoi stone was the ultimate power supply and also a means of talking through the veil...
Vienna,
very interesting story on the light coming on above a power crystal .write a poem on it perhaps..yes crystals do put out a voltage sometimes ...my old mum got a small jolt from my crystal ball :)
she said it didn't want her handling it :) We use crystals cut to frequencys to hold a certain speed and vibration in radio , tv, computers etc...
they are magical devices, crystals...everything vibrates , we vibrate 6 times a second and 10 times a second can make you sick as an elevator was doing onetime...so the story went.....faith is the other part of the equation...
we do have mental unknown forces methinks...
110% of faith can and will produce more than the expected outcome.
on the healing side, which i dabble in...peace n love....Don

Ok Russell Palm reading,
thing is these readers might ...
get insight... by focusing on ya palm...
voices, words come in their heads...
like poets use their charm...
b grade readings appear too...(garbage)
words can you alarm...
but if you believe and expect it you...
may produce the wanted maam...
on ya mate ...Don

When you're 18 and young and you are looking for something to do...
Then wrestling with a bear might appeal to you.
The challenge was given and accepted by three...
But wrestling with a bear doesn't appeal to me.
Each year the Heart of Texas Fair and Rodeo provides many a thrill...
But there is a special memory for one named Bill.
Some ride bulls and others a bucking horse...
But still others pursue a different course.
When the challenge was given he said o.k....
And then Bill found out that wrestling a bear is not child's play.
Very few people have ever wrestled a bear...
But in 1970 at the Heart of Texas Fair and Rodeo you would
have seen Bill if you were there.
Bill now sings in the choir and is a great Christian too...
And he loves to share memories about the crazy things he used to do.
Wrestler Bill has put bear wrestling on hold...
But he fondly remember be a teenager and trying to act bold.
TK<><

i'm a book collector of the old,
ham radio books to me are gold,
the ancient ones with valves and such,
I make long wire aerials to keep in touch,
i'm vk4pr of Queenslands fold...
dont do it now so much...
Don

Ba-ba
They called him ba and sometimes ba,
The bubba Heenie one,
Caught with a sheep in his ute to keep,
The owner caught him some,
No chops for ba-ba, none
Bells boxing tent saw him fight,
Big bugger thumped someone,
He raised his arms, he won the right,
His pants fell down, dum dum,
Interesting sight ole son,
His doctor ripped a kidney out,
Ba-ba he wasn’t thin
Doctor said he’d get a dozer about,
To put his guts back in,
ole ba-ba had to grin,
the doctors wage won’t come,
the dollars all doubtful in,
an overdraft unsung…
Don Johnson

Nancy's Shrink, goddess,
Yes we write of life and all the strife,
and the mind ferrets,will want to know today,
does ya hate ya momma, dadda,
was they really nasty badder,
or did ya personality,
really blossom just this way?
Could we earn anudder dollar,
could we squeeze out, a little holler,
cos me gambling has dropped me cheque book,
lotsa smaller, this i say,
an i really need the money,
anyway:)
So ya worried that ya crazy,
but like me, ya mostly sane,
an ya thoughts a little hazy,
but ya really feel ok,
so take a look in the mirror,
and tell the bugger, coming nearer,
that its really got indigestion,
needs another hugger, yes today,
and sanity is not the poets way,
inspirations dog is yapping,
and the sparrows ever tapping,
birds are flopping flapping,
poor ole johnson's yapping
inner sanity is how the poet plays...
Don Johnson
Vienna,
The loon's in tune with the largest moon,
entertainment, hopes arising,
insanitys voice does sweetly croon,
her words so hypnotising,
a loon sometimes surprising:)
this poet thing is normal,
looney tunes installed, worm in all,
the rattle of the brain box,
mystifying in its way,
no need to bloody worry ,
just suck upon ya curry,
poetic lunatics are bloody here to stay...
Tony mate,
How i see it little mate,
who am i to gesticulate:)
using both sides of the brain,
ricocheting thoughts svelte in train,
dummy does his little trix,
sometimes seems a loonatic,
but that's the poet's price...

Insincere
Be you so insincere,
You fail the quest of time,
Here for a reason? No? do not hear,
Once again doing naught sublime,
Immortal at the end, by death,
Reborn new mortal whole,
Learn the truth, don’t get rich, uncouth,
bring filth to burnish the soul,
Let your spirit bright, enfold the night,
Keep the human beast under control,
Your place right here, unknown to steer,
But spiritual of soul,
Truth and honesty are here to hold,
Be ye so insincere, this time,
As in the days of them of olde,
Re-punished 4 many crimes?
Don Johnson

yes i set out to say one thing,
inadvertently say another,
and how they read between the lines,
disturbs me cousin, brother,
good ole wife stealing cousin Wayne,
sidestepped almost yet again,
but up an died,
suffered pain,
prostate specified...
bit lame.
nah johnson hasn't lied....
Lizzie Treetops, "Truth or Fabrication " I found this poem in my comment on it

Don
I used to live with Cuz and he showed me a girl that i caught an had for 22 years,
but true to his colors he finally managed to entice her away....after 20 years of trying:)

I had a visitor yesterday,
a lady driven crazy by her husband ...
he has the kids, she has the road...
in and out of institutions, madhouses..
she is getting crazier now, than she was last visit...
we talk and drink wine ...
a faded rose now this time ...
and im sorry but shes drifting on the tide...
a disillusioned bride ...
life is less than divine...
till the next visit ...inside,
i know death might release her this time,
it's on her mind...

In a blink of an eye
The angel appears on the sky
I see the innocence in her face
While she tries to fly with grace
A broken wing under a devil skin
Her face is full of lust and sin
She can not reach the sky again
She sinned so much she will remain
She is so perfect for this world
But she will stay, she gave her word
Even the Heaven closed its door
And let the girl sleep on my floor
No more wings and no more grace
She is a human in a place
A place of beauty, joy and sorrow
The girl won't stay until tomorrow
The gates of Hell have opened wide
To get the girl that sinned with pride
There she will pay for what she gave
Beauty, joy, sorrow and all with ave
But will she ever meet again
The one that crossed her path, the man?
Will she have the everything
Even though she has now nothing ?
But the memories remain
And they bring her joy and pain
She fought the war and she has won
And now she bears her unborn son
The gates of Hell await the muse
She wants not but she must choose
The being that she will gave birth
Will mum or she return to Earth ?
A soul has fallen from the sky
Born in a family, but born to die
Which one is she, the she or mum?
I do not know but she will come!

Yes suffering brings the taste of gall,
cultres rise and then they fall,
man is the worst enemy of all,
his money greed impractical.....
when death walks down his hall.
Great leaders needed by our call,
great faith for the divided,
might be provided,
if a man of concience, all,
is not denied us?
Don

Sitting in the dark,
Waiting for a spark.
Alone lost on an island,
No one, no familiar hand.
Sorrow sinking in,
Watching the storm begin.
Alone far away
For far longer than a day.
Sitting on the sand,
Observing sea and land.
Alone near the ocean,
Rain the only potion.
Gazing at the moon,
Hoping night may pass soon.
Alone in a place so far,
Home feeling as distant as a star.

Purkle fog
The purple fog descends anew,
Behind the battered green door too,
Purple flashes cross the room ,
A yellow candle burns in the gloom,
On a rough hewn table true,
Behind the battered door of green,
Where meet the misty shimmering ,
astral figures come to gather here,
a tryst for lovers may appear,
if I get me landing lights on blue?
Large yellow candle splutters here,
And wax it drips on the table near,
My feet caint touch the bloody floor?
I’m drifting back out the bloomin door,
Swinging by me toe-nails, little more,
Get a grip ole mate, try to,
I grab the beams just overhead,
And launch myself at the table dread,
And she appears in translucent dew,
My thoughts do swerve, now wadd-ya do,
Just take the babe to bed?
But this I canna do??? {what do ya do}
Don Johnson

The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll
Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance
Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound
Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear
A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar
A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent
A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin
Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts
The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man
The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear
The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within
He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out
He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled
The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end
Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health

Insanity of man
Is the raging human quite insane?
has the animal-human lost control by brain?
if the spirit has a weak control?
animal lost control by soul?
is on its own again,
not whole,
the duality of man,
the spirit plays a role,
a conscience word extols,
but rager listens not,
is by the aggots got,
does Lucifer enfold?
When sanity is forgot,
no spirit in control?
Incensed to madness, what???

A masquerade ball was in full concert when
A charming young man stepped in
He bore a green tunic with gold trim
Mask devilish with a wry grin
His mask bore five feathers atop his brow
In full view of the whole of the crowd
The music stopped and no servant bore his name
No mark of royalty or note of fame
Who is this man whispers a girl
A mystery man, man of the world
His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask
The music starts with a nod no questions asked
His manner quite and shy though confident
Both hands resting behind his torso defiant
Utterly refusing any hand placed before him
A mission is what makes him grim
One girl and only one is his treasured fox
She is sitting at a table near the clocks
A common girl young enough for school
A starving pain runs through him almost cruel
A slow melody is played by the maestro
The gentleman gaze at him to and fro
A hand his placed before her tired eyes
Shear delightful sounds as she cries
An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them
When an older woman steps in front of him
“Let them go” She says
“Why should I” eyes furiously red
To the center of the dancing floor they stroll
The beat picks up with a flick from maestro
Soft beats sound as they come together
Then silence…..weightless like a feather
A dazzling dance wows the place
Enough so to put awe on each face
After the last step and last beat coincide
Their masks come up no more reason to hide
Their lips meet and cheers break out
Like those at a fight awaiting the bout
The commotion was too much for the old man
He stumbled forward to greet the brigand
A chase commenced with the house guards
Even some of the house bards
The Youngman fell and was detained quickly
Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly
The sound of a sword piercing flesh
A pool of blood and a mess
Unveiling his mask bore only a lad
At this the old man felt sad
The young girl never knew what became of him
Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim
In reality he survived after his body was left for dead
A long fever and a month in bed
A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast
With medicine and well needed rest
He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair
When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air
A second chance the preacher stated
Yes it was not to be he debated
Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale
Letting my grandson know not to bail
For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!

Silent pulses of Krileanine’s Pentagram
Lure the young men of the hamlet Lönam
Oh how she sains them with The Heptagram
Curiosity killed the cat
And made the Nightbeast
Darkly, she commenced the ancient rite
Performing in her Sluttish ways
She’s preparing for the Full-moon Night
Scream!
Lycanthrope Lover
Her host’s fangs
Will pierce every innocent
"Submit to my will
You carrion ghoul
Welcome to my Esoteric Hell"
Scream!
Lycanthrope Lover
Whore of everything unholy
You must Fear the Coming
Of Muspelheim, Cassandra

Mars Awaits
Twenty thousand years before our time-line,
Rad Arrigo would see it through,
Rad Arrigo of the bronze wing warrior sign,
Martain Aeronautic too,
Looked and saw the comet coming,
Spluttering on the horizon due,
To impact the northern hemisphere, coming,
Ever coming, coming, coming,
Bugger all what he could do,
Guided missiles, Rimfire rockets
Failed the deflecting, hull-a-baloo,
becoming deadly, as in a nightmare,
kill this world it came to do,
death of planet nothing new,
bugger all that he could do?
Anti-Grav the ship was ready,
Inter-stellar pure-bred lines its true ,
Partenered with the Bo-Bo-Freddy,
Shirt-lifter, dirt-track-rider too,
Ladies please come into view,
Sent to search for a new planet,
Save the race survivors few,
Came to Terra old Lemuria,
Fore the continents were split in two,
Ricochet of comet was a slamming,
poor old bloody earth, in waves,
Tidal waves, tsunamis growing,
Sharks and animals washed into caves,
thousands was a death, a knowing,
Pole-shift poor old Mammoths knew
Sucking on the grass a growing,
Snap frozen drowned in artic dew,
Poor ole bloody Mammoth blue,
Mars got shattered by the comet,
Water, air, went into space,
Three kilometers bloody deep, to vomit
was gouged out of place,
gone is planet interface,
For the Martains it’s just too late,
Pyramids there still do await,
For the man, some stellar Gromit,
Mars is waiting on your fate,
So pull on your travel-bonnet,
Coming, New Universal Empire state.
Don Johnson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsVNasFdk6g
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmN_nZPoj88

Kokoda 1942 See-saw battle
Red blood was a running, emerald green saw it pour,
In the mountains of Kokoda, death on the see-saw,
400 fifteen to eighteen year old boys knew the score,
Just ole .303 rifles to stop the Nip. for evermore,
YANK
General Macarthur was screaming in Melbourne haw, haw,
He’d just escaped from the Phillipines ,
Where the planning it was flawed,
Where lots of his fighters,
Still grounded, burnt, what bloody for?
His conferences went on,
as the Nip fighter planes scored.
Gona and Buna New Guinea.
Ten to 13 thousand Nipponese attacked from the shore,
Just 100 boy soldiers tried to hold em up some more,
Like soldier ants a-coming Nip. flowed round the sides,
Cut off in the jumgle, crawl away on belly slide,
Or your blood an guts on the green jungle floor?
Run Rabbit run said Aussie General Blamey and it gnawed,
Boy soldiers they tried, Nippon, swarm a coming poured,
Big brothers would stop em second 25th Brigade coming ensured,
{3 battalions 2500 men}
Irabiawa great slaughter,
Nippon retreat from, with no bloody score!
Don Johnson
What really irked the 39th battalion of boys ,
fighting on the sides of 7 to 10 thousand feet high,
jungle enveloped mountains,
where you never saw the sun.
Was the screaming Macarthur, “die, defending Australia,”
and the Aussie general Blamey
“run rabbit run”
you retreated or died as the swarm flowed around and over you?
Choices hey….would you have stayed till death with your ten shot 303?
The Nips had and used 75mm mountain guns British made,
the shells exploded in the trees above you shrapnel would kill you.
Nambu Woodpecker machine guns and Mortars too,
versus .Lee Enfield 303 rifles….not good odds:{
10,000 Nips versus 400 boys….
The older boys were all in the Middle East fighting Churchills',
war against Hitler and Mussolini....

Fridgerator trauma
Electrolux kerosene refrigerator,
Brought a sound not so sweet potater,
Must have been back about forty nine,
The Boogie man was doing fine,
Om, om, om, om, says the instigator,
The grey dead ones stood round my bed,
I couldn’t speak nor raise my head,
Never spoke of it or even said,
Until a time much later,
It got that way most every night,
That I was paralysed with fright,
My darkness held this awe filled sight,
The grey ones, of sour nature,
The om om om says Krishna law,
Opens third eye a little more,
A four year old wanted it shut for sure,
So I jammed the bastard tight,
Seems I got it right,
It don’t open now no more:}
But still they seem to come to me,
The dead do speak incessantly,
A light touch and words do come,
Come to the purple room, son,
And there you will see,
White ant has been, paint bubbly, {termite}
Dads thoughts flowed to me chum,
NO doubt about this one,
It happens frequently?
Don Johnson
So I had this trauma as a child,
it got that way with the om om om of the refrigerator,
that a click would open the door in my head,
the all seeing one came to my bed,
a chill was in the air ,
cos I was captured there,
in my bed,
no escape the dread boogy man of fear,
with staring eyes so bloody near ,
begone you bastard Fred :}
I’d feel the door opening and would finally force it shut,
I didn’t want to see the mongrel mob :}
But I was only four ???

Waterway
When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often
seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean
and unquestionable becoming inconsequent.
It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it
could not run the other way back to white water of innocence.
I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying
to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn
once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not
understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is the wrong
Time, wrong woman in a house of ill repute. I say; let me do my
Mistakes again and learn nothing of interest.

"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."
At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."
At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the
Obsession of the Men from The south.."
At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless..
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..

The late afternoon sun filters through spruce and hemlock
as I sit here with my juice and my jacket on.
I was ready to say goodbye to this so long so.
As beautiful as this leafy world is, it is not serving me.
I know I am a child. I know I am not my age.
I cannot reason the way that would help me function best
and make the appropriate decisions.
Knowing that doesn’t make it any easier. I live with this.
Choosing another city wasn’t easy.
It’s ripped me apart, exposed my harsh vulnerability
which just makes me want to run and hide.
What if? and that? I don’t have what I used to have
which was also the protection of a Family. A Place. People. A Life.
It is my task now to create a new one from a fabric so thin,
not sure I know how to weave anymore.
Serves me not to think about the past and all I did then.
All that exists is putting one painful foot in front of the other.
Will I have enough to eat? A clean pretty place to sleep?
Is my mind so confused that I cannot put up a lamp to read?
Can I wash a tub that isn’t yet mine? Will my mark stay on it?
Do I contain enough of an imprint any longer that it will stick?
Become mine?
As a woman, this is what I’ve done is leave my mark
on things, people, places.
My territory. My boys. My bathroom. My car.
I need to fashion some way out of air to make this mine now.
Trying to remember...........don’t rush.
How can a calligrapher create a beautiful character without time and a brush?
Breathe. Water. Sit. Affirmations.
Do some and then begin again.
I remember this from a past life.
Just do the task in front of you which will lead to the next one.
Small parts, that’s what I Can do, is small things.
Trust. Believe. Have faith.
I shall weave something glistening
out of nothing much to speak of.
Or better yet, get of the way and let it become what it shall.
This is a puzzlement, a new city, a new life.
But, I will be with it. I will be present as this new life shows me all there is to see.

deep as,
subtle as the water,
under the lake of frozen time,
ask not what is that ding,
don't listen to that ring,
hear the bloody Angels sing?
bell a tinkle,
is it mine?
sorta....
its fine...
plonk or wine?
benzadrine just aint my thing,
talk to you another time.
Don
re: "The Great Swan"
Debbie Duncan

The night was dark an stormy,
The Billy goat went blind,
It flew into a barbed wire fence
and tore its never mind, {anonomous?}
Ole Don he drove the A model Ford,
At least it was a ute…{utility/pickup}
He ran over a big brown snake,
In this dark blue bag of fruit,
Up through the floor it wriggled then,
To bite a piece of the driver,
Through the gear stick hole,
Came a snake with soul,
Wake up bloody McGyyver,
Don bashed and flogged the snake, agog,
With the crank-handle for bloody sure,
The snake he left the floor except,
The floor was no survivor,
No floor left, gone bereft,
Of for the nervous riders,
Uncle Les with the gold teeth yes,
He was my step-Grandfather,
37 Ford bag of fruit, Ute, {Bloody Utility}
a brown snake he was after,
Brownie he swung around the axle, ho hum,
Ole Les he was still poking at him,
He was poking him well,
But after a spell,
The snake was poking at him,
While he was bent at the back wheel he sent,
The snake through a hole in the floor,
In the back of the ute, inspection hole for galoots,
Came ole brownie for bloody sure,
Over Les he did track, six foot brownie Jack,
Suspended to clear our Les, poker,
Grandma cut short any shouted retort,
And our snake was a sport,
dropped behind him, quite the joker,
Don Jonson
Cobra Venom, kills 10 Elephants,
one bite
Brown Snake Venom, 100 Elephants,
But he don’t skite :}
Aussie Tiapan maybe a thousand :{ don't play with him.....
we have a rattler type, almost , short and deadly Death Adder, one bite you are dead.......ole timers cut the bite sucked out venom and applied condys crystals .....poison to kill poison they said....seemed to work!!!!

I think it’s best to stay he said
And sail the ocean blue
To find and seek that tale unread
Before we lose that too
To see the world with men and beasts
Then turn and shake my head
To wonder why we drink and feast
When each day we might be dead
For a candle will be blown
And my will will bend
Away all life is flown,
For this? This is the end.

Amilius
500 thousand years ago we came upon the earth,
in spirit form our natural state,
the blue green planet searched,
Amilius the first Adam came,
first born of the one true God,
We sprang into animal bodies, a subject of much mirth, no Frogs,
death was no annhilatation.
Some stayed too long in animal form and hardened,
had to wait,
went through the pain of death,
the spirit joins his mates,
5 races started by Amilius,
colors, black, white, brown,
yellow and the red,
Were started in 5 places,
thoughts are deeds of the one Gods thought form,
so the human race was bred.
The Atlantean race were red of skin ,
In the mid Atlantic ocean,
High explosives were used to rid them of Dinosaurs,
Gas pockets joined the explosion,
sunken land caused a commotion,
almost annhilation..
Ra and Hermes built the great Pyramid,
It took one hundred years,
They were from Atlantis,
where the sea drowning did, rear.
Hermes the first and last Adam,
Did float big blocks in the air,
Thought form generated,
Cut an shaped with perfect fair.
Baptist John and Jesus studied,
At the pyramid of Cheops,
Initiated, prepared, thoughts flooded,
Then they left the land of Egypt.
Adam has returned many times,
To help us here on earth,
Not always noticed, steps Jesus climbed,
Showed us the way to worth.
Thoughts are deeds, from times of old,
Could stop you dead, in deathly cold,
Thought’s Indus valley Priests could hold,
Your life gone in an instant.
Don Johnson
Why do we still have murderous terrorists,
Fear is a great generator of thought form worry.
Mass thoughts become deeds.

The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of my deepest despairs
Friend or foe?
The dagger close to my heart--
If your forgiveness is nigh
Let me know--or is this all a lie
Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge
Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah
The winterwind tears carress me
With whispers, (of) Someone I Once knew
Calming the fears inside
But the pain remains
--hallcunary rains
Dreams fading with the Enya in your eyes
With the darkness of your hands
The silverfears of the pale moon
Shine on you
Lilyheart swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge
Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah
Your eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, blue
Sacrdice has a price
Heaven is calling us tonight
Cursed In shadowed illusions
Shall we dance?
Would there be a chance
Euphorinah
Forgive me now
I will rip out every nail
Of your coffin
I don't care if it's God it will offend
Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge
Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

Vengeance
Vengeance is mine saith the Lord,
You’ll be downtrodden and abhorred,
upon your resurrection,
look for the good and see the light,
an eye for an eye gets your tooth alright,
your turn in the resurrection,
as ye sow, so shall ye reap,
its been spelled out for the bloody sheep,
yes karma is the order deep!
Reincarnation…selection,
or bloody resurrection,
the great religions all have their say,
kill not the brother be kind today,
be soulful of reflection,
spiritual perfection,
your greed, a price to pay,
reborn, sad resurrection…
Don

Pelican 20-20
The Pelican stood an cursed awhile,
The air was like duck soup,
He'd been forced to walk 4 thirty miles,
His flapping got him poop,
The pollys here still deny,
There is no climate change,
Lock him up ol johnson, why?
His mutterings are strange,
The airports closed, no planes you knows,
The airs unfit to try?
Jumbo's gone, chicken barns, the go,
And sultry Pelicans caint fly.
Don JOhnson

Bronco Don visits….
A cancer took my father away,
The smokers curse he had to pay,
But he returns, we hear him still,
When he pulls my big toe,
With subtle skill,
As he did when I was little,
“Come on boy up you get,”
In dream we are horse riding yet,
Left handed holes in the Coolabahs set,
Where the Cubbie tribe got bird eggs,
The latch behind the door did flog,
It woke me up from sleep, agog,
I asked what is it mate
“ring your mother she is upset”
so I phoned little Nelly then,
she was tortured in her mind,
so we talked for an hour, when?
2 am the bloody time,
and back to sleep again,
just a sitting in my chair,
a tug on hand I felt it there,
the voice it came “come with me”
white ants, bubbled paint I did see,
in my purple room the termite tracks,
renovations for the slack?
not me,
The smell of smoke the uncoiled whip,
When he is around the ether slips,
Cecily took a photo of the wall,
A face appeared looking part of it all,
Like a painted mask it fits,
Bronco Don does visit,
As time and space recalls,
It…..
Don Johnson
yes the old veil slips between n betwixt,
where souls have cause to wonder,
old friends reach back ,
through soft veil cracks,
like Bronco Don down-under....

LIKE AN ANGEL …………………angels…they really do exist……..
Looking into your eyes,
I could see your undying love,
Your wonderful smile brimming me up in joy,
I just want to know, what makes you come back,
To fill my soul with life and joy,
You make me wonder of my soulless existence.
Like an angel, you cast your spell upon me,
Leaving me caught up in my memories.
Your faith in me makes me to carry on
To transcend over the horizon,
You placed your hand upon my empty soul,
You brought me back to life,
Making my dreams real,
Looking towards the sky, I could see your fragnant smile
Like an angel, you rid me of my perils,
You caress my soul as if I were your own,
Dressed in white, you shine your light upon me,
Helping me to wake from my soulless dream

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Contest Name WHAT ANNOYS YOU
Ancient evil never leaves us,
returning constant as the rain,
slave of the 2 horned demon,
using people,weak of brain,
causing pain for the many,
pitiless, so wreathed with smiles,
bending truth, beguiling any,
truth, will have to wait awhile,
have you seen his glassy eyes,
glistening with his evil will,
destroying lives, of the many,
soulless, yet, black hearted still,
bare faced liar so deceitful,
dreadful words, of awful lies,
owned by the evil master,
cloven hoof, till eye 4 eye,
common man is so despised,
brainwashed & so hypnotized,
media owned by these guys,
though ‘white of light’ is a rising…
Don Johnson

Motorcycle Persecution gone mad.
Are they persecuting Posties?
On the streets of Brissy town ,
Cos them brawny bloody bikies,
Have made the Police to frown,
Hells Angels on Vespas,
on the footpath interviewed,
Do you have the drugs upon ya,
Is ya doing something lewd?
Nah we just taking Teddys to the kiddys hospital mate,
To put a little smile on the sad ones dial or plate,
Worried weekend bikies, being jerked off the bloody road,
And poor old guys at seventy, grilled for the bikie code,
The muttering and whinging, it’s all about the super sap,
The prince of persecution he knows just where it’s at,
Motorbike of persecution, good ole Police know where to pat.
Ludicrous say the locals,
as bikie Posties cringe in fear, {postman}
The Syndrome sure is biting,
And me “put put’s” acting queer.
Don Johnson
Of course we have bikies and Hells Angels etc and gang wars...
We also have a state Premier who persecutes people including bikiers and the handicapped, tossing the cripples out of their housing and taking their carer payments from them...big smiles all the time too:}

watching little animals and their antics ?
very amusing ....
Patches cat brought home a Kangaroo Rat,
and set it free in the night,
it was hopping around our bedroom,
to our squeals of delight,
so i shepherded it back to the doorway ,
back to the bush goodnight...
Don
Rat size marsupial that hops about like a Roo {kangaroo}

Good listener, please lend your ear
To share my history
Before I take the poison drink,
I’ll tell you my story.
They’re coming even now to take
The city that we love
And hope is often lost and so
My tale i’ll tell you of.
When Carthage took upon itself
To find by light of day
A general? Well your in luck!
Great Hannibal did say.
He planned to cross the mountains great
Twas thought the only way,
But first to cross the river Rhone,
Great Hannibal did pray
The river Rhone rose up and warned
Don’t cross my waters grey!
No way to cross? Then all was lost
Great Hannibal did say
Then at once stood Hannibal
We’ll cross by th’end of day!? Take down those trees to make a raft
Great Hannibal did say
Over the water blue they went
Lined up in an array
And now to Rome and battle great!
Good Hannibal did say.
Due north he found an obstacle
That willed him to give way,
The northern tribes with battle cries
Great Hannibal did slay.
The biggest problem now was here
Across the mountains stray
“Great danger now we face, my men,”
Great Hannibal did say.
Across the mountains none did think
That they would last a day
Just one more hill or mountain top,
Great Hannibal would say
The crew were weary lost and torn
That made them curse the day
“But we are almost there, you see?”
Great Hannibal did say.
And soon enough the walls of Rome
Rose up as if to say
Who ventures here with war in mind?
Come greet us at our gates!
But in the Roman city there
Scipio here to stay
“No one can beat us, no one can,”
Great Hannibal did say.
At Rome’s great gates for 15 years
He waited patiently
We can’t stay here, for food is dear,
Great Hannibal did say.
So he turned back to Carthage’s gates
But met along the way
Scipio and his army great
Hannibal could not slay
When all was done his quest was lost,
And Rome would live too great,
A treaty signed so punishing
That Carthage lost its gate.
And Hannibal the general
That lost the city too
Was forced to go to lands beyond
And help as best he could.

The ultra awesome wheel of life,
And when you're dead, in spirit twice?
Returning ones remember sure,
Things they'd often learned before,
Like greed and avarice,
The gifted ones have known before,
The musican who already knows the score,
Born with the gift, amazing sure,
Past, memory rolls the dice,
Obsession was the price,
A hundred years before,
So random it seems the scene,
Be born to squalor so obscene,
Bitterly ironic, justly deemed,
4 the greedy new-born poor,
If judgement intercedes?
Does Logic key the door?
Don Johnson

Maelstrom
In this little hell world,
with its thorns all unfurled,
it seems we are all born to suffer,
subtle as hell,
fire burning so well,
into the maelstrom we’re hurled.,
plum-duffer, ( bum soker…dumb fker}
born stupid by chance,
me brains didn’t dance,
just too long out in the rain?
the bloody hot heat,
cooked me brain incomplete,,
wonder if I'm bloody insane,
but I cannot complain,
bout brainless, de-brained,
as a hell is so subtle, so neat,
we notice it not,
till I bloody forgot,
that we all cop it sweet,
a connection deletes,
till,
ole Quartpot’s doing his rain dance again.
Don Johnson
…

Don Johnson Yuan-orang
We was in Coles a shopping center,
The wild man from Borneo appeared,
He reared up an started spraying
Yuan Oranaga-Taunga was here
Followers in their blue-gum robes,
With bark a prickling round their ears,
With dollar coins attached to ear lobes,
Dodged and sidestepped as they savoured
Uric acid and sweet urea,
Holy-man was gesticulating,
Gonads flashing so sincere,
Red hairy waistcoat ever stating,
Yuan a Tanga was the seer,
Deported then he was so,
Dropped by parachute we hear,
Back to the wilds of Borneo,
Thought blinking Wombats bloody queer…
Don

Sandy Blight
D’Lise he was about ole Dirran town,
Back in the early forties,
When Sandy Blight could make you frown,
Interfere with your naughties, …….bad-sex?
When running eyes came shortly,
Yer Eyes were plastered tight..
Fine sandy dust as red as rust,
It blew, came in from Cobar,
The sky was red,
as yer eyeballs Fred,
from June until October.
People came in their wagonettes, no lie,
To get away from Cobar,
With mattery eyes, like the bite of flies,
Yes bungy eyes all over.
Old D’Lise saw these sore eyes,
And hatched himself a cure,
Sure it wasn’t from the bloody flies,
Bottled piddle could be a doer.
A spit in the eye could cure the flys,
If you suffered the blow-fly bite,
Slapped em down with an axe you clown,
An they’d buzz on outa sight.
Ainaseed in the piddle bottle,
Was the sweetest disguise, delight,
Bit a yellow belly color, .............Aussie fish
What looked like Snotty-gobble,
Cured too bloody right …
Dingo Dog Trappers used Ainaseed for their decoys,
To kll the smell of man, when setting their Dog traps for Dingoes.
Snotty-Gobble Bliss-bombs are the yellow fruit on a tree Miseltoe, sweet fruit of the Aussie bush.
Don Johnson

Poor Ba-ba Sheep
Oh the new year resolution,
That us weak brained types can’t keep:}
To think for ourselves hereafter,
Not be brainwashed like Bo Peep,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep,
Intelligence is subtle,
The thoughts upon ya creep,
I hate to burst ya bubble,
But the rich want to work you cheap,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep,
The greed of the rich is crafty,
Half truths he feeds the sheep,
Put in a figure head,
whose brain is dead,
Or maybe half a sleep,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep,
Philantrophists are rare today,
Their greed has made them weep,
Try to buy back some SELF goodness, hey,
After robbing a million sheep,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep?
The idiot votes for his master,
Thinks Master a special Sheep,
The voted for one bought and paid for some ,
By some fat rich slug on the cheap,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep,
The moral of the story is,
Don’t think like Ba Ba sheep,
The elected few,
aren’t controlled by you,
they are owned by a big fat creep,
who wants its way and will not pay,
snorts n snickers in its sleep,
Ba ba poor bloody sheep.
Don

Ring of power
Ring of power enhances it,
Gives it volume just a bit,
Getting bigger will it fit,
8 inch round is ole Tom tit,
Obsession comes when you get sold,
Flaccid, with his heart so cold,
If you want him big n bold,
Warm him just a bit,
Get the right size ring, to fit,
As strong as days of old,
Beware of ole Tom tit,
Stripper guys they wear the ring,
Too keep it hard, its just the thing,
Not too tight on the dingaling,
Adjust to size and passion,
Enhanced by more tongue lashing,
Home truths for passions pit,
The keeper ring will do its bit….
Don Johnson

Let it be known that Arthur Sly
Was caught red handed and sentenced to die
For he trespassed and stole fine things
Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and rings
This urchin of Satan horded all
And the others to answer his call
This gangsters hideout was well concealed
Till we tortured his mates to seal the deal
No matter how slight he might be in years
His mind is best amongst his peers
To rid us of this Haynes threat
Let him be hung by the neck!
The date is uncertain of this jest
My magistrates motives are blotchy at best
He says there is more and wishes to show
Her majesties guest at the ball in snow

In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray
As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets
Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under
Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks
His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck

Russell...
i agree at least with thee,
the line is finer still,
between the great Philantropist,
and the bloody Murderer's will...
good guy on the one side,
suicide bomber the other,
it's enough to put you off your stroke,
where you fail to be a lover,
so you are programmed for the bad,
and are such an evil druid,
hatred sickens self, makes mad,
be nice the thoughtful dude...
Don Johnson
Write A Poem For Yourself Enter Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

There was a time in yesteryear
When I had lived alone,
I had come across a certain fear
Of things that dwell below
My mind kept leaping back inside
The dark holes of the unknown
Till one night I felt cruel eyes
Burning into my own
I hadn’t welcomed it I swear!
—please do not get me wrong
I couldn’t remain, I wouldn’t dare
Stay there for too long
I fled towards my bathroom,
As if that would scare it away!
I’d lose it, I assumed
As long as I didn’t stay
For a full hour I sat there
On the toilet seat
Sitting in the darkness where
I stared at my cold feet
Finally, standing, I opened up the door
I heard the screech of the hinge,
That creak and nothing more…
But still, it made me cringe
Each night I felt the eyes upon me
Fixedly, more and more
But one dark, cold night I suddenly saw
A figure at my bedroom door
My eyes couldn’t leave the sight
Of the insidious, insisting guest
My heart thumped drastically in fright
As you probably would have guessed
It stood there upon the blemished floor
Watching me in my bed
Its body leaned against my door
Tilting and jerking its head
I screamed and clutched onto my covers
Stabbing to stay my heart
Trying to reach the telephone for others
But it was just too far!
I looked out of my window
Watching the rain patter against the sill
I was trying to distract my terrified woe
That haunted me against my will
I must have been losing my mind
But one night I felt braver and sane,
Trying to be courteous and kind,
Though scared I asked, “What is your name?”
The atmosphere grew darker within the room
I thought that I would die of fright
“My name is Tsustaroth,” it said
“And I am kissing you goodnight”
In horror I saw it moving towards me
My blankets flew away
Its fiendish look of reptile beast
Was zooming towards my face!
I moved to the corner of the room
And it turned its head towards me
I felt the burning of terror and doom
Revel inside of me
Then I saw it disappear
Into the dusty floors
But thrashing footsteps I could still hear
Closer and closer…thumping on the floorboards
As soon as it had left the scene
I felt the earth beneath my skin
I felt so alive, so eerily keen
I felt the darkness lurking within
“And every night, yes every while,
I’ll visit you at your door,”
As he spoke I felt myself hysterically smile!
“ And we won’t be lonely anymore…”

Metaphor of multi plug
The metaphor of the multi plug
With lines and leads connected lugs,
To keep you on their lead,
Believing all their krappy creed,
from some dirty unwashed thug,
You poor mental as passive weed,
Do you dig the drain I’ve dug
Or has you brain gone off to seed,
The master holds a grudge,
Deceptive television yes do heed,
It’s fool the drongoes, brainwash, drug,
The millions watch and get a feed,
Of Tory bullkrapp every seed,
You are treated like a mug,
The Super rich will tug your weed,
Brainwash, every deed,
Your television it does shrug,
Repetition keeps you up to speed?
Jammed in your brain poor slug?
The unsuspecting brainwash need,
Manilipulated poor, poor dud…
When the Rich control the news media effectively,
You are battered with propaganda,
Television always showing no respect for thee,
Your goose is cooked old Gander,
To the Drongo rich they pander,
Their connection, pull the plug………………
Don Johnson

Linda-Marie…
Know about the empty shell,
lonesome is the place i dwell,
just on the blue side Elvis said,
need some moonshine fore me bed,
but then, i do a bit of rhyming:)
Karma Nancy J
perhaps my sins are listed,
so when me feet get blistered,
a karmic demister...to do
read my "thinly wangmoo ?" on ya mate...
Robert H
heheheh....women who care with jealous stare,
aint that rare, i've met some.....
Yes Robert,
Murder bloody murder,
where you get blown right to hell,
death waits on every corner,
not a lovely place to dwell:(
Afghanistan...
Don Johnson

Of course you know the super rich,
The rich miners use you as their bytch
The propaganda tells you what to think,
The morality is cast aside, in a blink,
It really isn’t funny,
she’s on the nose yes honey, (ex Premier Anna)
and so you’ve cause to think,
all for lots of money.
(miners don’t want the tax might lose em a few pennys? )
Morality it is gone,
when leaders scream about the miners tax,
Who do you think owns the bytch,
Import cheap labor, Jack.
The rich owned television and the papers too,
are biased in their telling of what is really true,
The forked tongue of the master,
Is seen in every word,
Otherwise your sacked ol mate, after,
If the truth, IT you do employ.
But the master is there for the master,
Not for the working clown,
Menzies dropped 12 atom bombs hereafter, (1955-56)
Was made sir an and the gartered clown,
We had 12,000 dead after the atom bomb,
But they swept it under the carpet,
the land of the convict strain, lived on.
(ABC shop or sbs will have the video)
Don

The terrible curse of the tory boor,
To cheat your brother, rob him sure,
To steal away his downtrodden wife,
To want not yours,
Then curse does bite,
Moral flaws 4 sure,
4 greed doth oil the wheels and cogs,
Avarice aplenty tory dogs,
Would steal the fur right off the frogs,
If they had sign of any?
So seveny years if ya heart dont fail,
You can rob all of wages stale,
And death can jerk your gorged entrails,
But can you pay ole charon any?
So poor again beside the styx,
You sob with other tory hicks,
Accursed by the greed that sticks,
Saint peter isnt friendly???
Don Johnson

If i can hold you to the promise , that you made me yesterday.
Id search my heart for the answers, there's so much i can say.
Its better off to forgive ,then place any blame ,
For sometimes love fails ,it never stays the same .
Seasons change ,like the wind and the rain.
So many broken promises,a love down the drain.
Crying out in the darkness, deep in the darkness sets.
Ones mans love lost ,another mans regrets.
From the wings of an angel, sent down from above.
another man found ,another new found love ..

Shy Actor
Oh I used to be terribly shy once,
But then I hit up-on a plan,
I’d act the part in the movies ,
And be the lover quite grand,
So “Arthur” came out, and he ponced all about,
And he called all the shielas “hey darling “,
Surprised what he caught, had sex quite un-bought,
Some starved for affection, some charming,
So every woman I met, I’d practice on, get,
My words out there, to enchant her,
a married one pined, about hubby divine ,
I said bring him along, poor side-winder?
The ladies I’d try, in dozens came by,
And cuddles divine, I’d soon add 2 venture,
Called em all mate, coming early or late,
Details so clear, I cannot say here,
About my intentions, to enter.
Don Johnson

Thelma Leeson.......
is in a nursing home, dementia will take her,
and I will recite this at her funeral.
Thelma Jane was a Leeson and she was premmie born
Size of a sauce bottle to a tent her tiny form
Oh thy bathed her in olive oil, good for her premmy skin
And mother Eva said to Tom no tent for it’s a sin!
Because she needed better care Jane Tattam took her in
Jane and Morry they were childless, second Mum and Dad did grin
May,1930 the ninth, was when she came to earth
Cool day in a rug , snug as a bug, this tiny babies birth
Her parents then lived in a tent for Tom he was a fencing
With Walter, May, and Henry some of the older kids I’ll mention
Little sister Marge arrived, sugar diabetes so grim
Mum Eva did her best to do the doctoring
Thelma would return to Eva and live in the big old tent
But she was used better things a house and all it meant
Marg was in the Warwick hospital, Thelma drove the sulky in
She clung to the reins, but the horse knew the way there and back again
At school in the forties two Soldiers did walk in
One asked for Fay and Thelma, just brother Walter tall and slim
Nervous Thelma took em to see Tom and Eva at home
Eva said it’s your brother, he’s been a Droving on his own
Thelma would become a nurse, but first she worked in a store
Aunt Jane didn’t like the hair clips in Thelma’s hair she saw
It was in Toowoomba forbidden clips were then a sin
Aunty Jane she made the rules, and Thelma wore em thin .
Thelma was a great Nurse with a timid gentle humor
Prince Alfred in old Sydney, and Mt Olivet would groom her
Michael Lalor of the Irish had captured Thelma’s heart
And Mary arrived a love child, right from the very start.
Then Michael he was called away the lord had taken him
Mary married in the church of Michaels christening….Ireland..
Thelma loved the wedding place, in old Ireland lovely crowd
Mary is her father's daughter, Thelma was so very proud
We always laughed with Thelma for at parties she would cook
At cousin Nell’s the Great Grandkids ate her cakes and sometimes chook
We all miss our lovely Thelma, it’s sad she goes away
But written on the mist of time is Thelma this I say…..Don Johnson
A much loved lady....

Barcaldine, Tree of Knowledge
One hundred and seventy years ago,
The shearers had enough you know,
Of working for almost nothing, then,
Decided to form a Union, bend !
The master to cough up a quid or so?
We all got better dough:}
Daylight to dark the men did work,
Maybe Sunday off to go to church,
But all for the greed of Joe,
Called mister don’t ya know,
Class distinction it was worse,
The Tree of Knowledge, Ghost Gum its,
Tradition for the worker, it tis,
A beacon for the slow,
Equality on show,
Cos that’s just how it is?
Union bashing is their game,
Sparks from every tory flame,
Cos the unions made em pay,
Good wages we have today,
The hated union so-and-so ,
So when you hear a tory squeak,
about lower wages for the simple weak,
his greed is on to show,
cos we all bloody know,
that’s how old fat ass squeaks….Don

If we were both in Paris
We on different time zones
Always coming and goin
I’m on this lonely balcony
Cigar smoke blowin
I’m as lonely as Gatsby
Cloaked in white with blue
All the way down to my sox
Looking at the time on the clock
It’s awful lonely when does your ship dock
When does your flight land
When does your car port
Get out the flutes, Pop the cork
Roll out the red carpet,
Your outfit crème and sorbet
Deliciously clad in a dessert shade of sherbet
Make up perfect
You glided in floating
Amongst the stars
And I’m gloating
You finer than a miracle
You celestial, angel
Hot air balloon delivering
A cold piece descending
My face says it all no pretending
That’s when I awaken
From this dream
So real it all seems
The neighbors heard me scream
I miss you terribly
I’m just too embarrassed
This wouldn’t happen if we were both in Paris
I just had to ask
Didn’t want to come off crass
I think fast, on my feet and I outclass
The best of them and the rest of them
we give shade as we pass
I come baring gifts, not to harass
A one way trip outta here
Imagine if we were both in Paris
Staring at the Eiffel, surrounded by fine
Art, and fancy cuisine, can’t you feel the love in the air
Let’s get into a little espionage
Pull back the shades sleep in
It almost feels like a mirage
Love is my alibi
Passion is my disguise
If I’m captured head quarters will disavow any knowledge of my mission
Will you come to find me enlisting the foreign legion?
If there was any doubt whose kiss is sweeter
Sweeping me off my feet with a daring rescue
I found a keeper!
Together atop this most romantic of city views
from the highest peeks on top this terrace.
This fairytale could truly happen if we were both in Paris.

yes murder madness in the breed,
of stupid human, tainted seed,
not as smart as the average dog,
brain distorted in a fog,
and murder is his need?
so suffering proceeds,
by maniac Magog.
re:
'The World Above Me' Laura Breidenthal
Don

watching on the back verandah,
Patches cat she has a feed,
behind her at the other bowl,
a magpie is feeding yes indeed,
perhaps they have an understanding,,
hunter Patch could kill with ease?
Don
re: "The Chase" Anne Rutherford

The Ballad of Stinking Mick
Now Mick hung close to a Butt verbose,
And the cheese it ran like treacle,
Some said it was on the bloody nose,
That he lived, was thought unbelievable,
For he was a hairy Wombat Louse,
Hitchhiking on a vehicle,
He tried sucking up to a Mouse,
got dislodged by a Gay Boll Weevil,
There came a blast, hot and sticky cast,
Aroma, most unpleasant,
With bowel movement, he was passed,
Hot an steamy, flavoured, masked?
Mick thought it effervescent,
He’d spring and slide upon the tide,
His gumboots trickled full, (Kiwi slippers)
On a passing Rat he snagged a ride,
High speed, for a Wombat Louse,
I aint being snide, no bloody Bull,
On a Tom-Tit sure he’d been before,
The Wren had flown him high,
Caught by a Cat, he did attack,
with some ten thousands more,
Puddy left with an open jaw,
Thought and pondered bloody sure,
Perplexed with thoughts of why?
The food was flapping high,
The itch stuck in his craw?
Poor puddy bloody paw,
Was reduced to sigh
Should I this underscore,
apply?
This part I will deny,
No lice no bloody moer….( new aussie slang)
Don Johnson

angelic kisses from the missus,
no it wasn't she?
bludger had some spiky whiskas
awful bugger werent a 4 me,
watch out for dem shirt-tail lifters,
bugger off stop bugging me...
re: 'sweet nothings' Dave Williams...
good on ya mate.....Don
love is sweet, but incomplete,
if ya strike a gal
with whiskers neat:(

started May 2013, completed 08.06.2013 (miss placed memory stick I had it saved on... oops)
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A wasteland of empty space, void of light
A fearsome nowhere, a darkness not even night
Can this really be the realm I once called home
The broken empty caverns, the dying light of chrome
Nothing appears to make much sense in this version
Doubtful whispers taunting the air. A fearful incursion
A fearsome empty air, nothing can penetrate not even light,
a foul beast; dark, darker, darker, than night...
How long it has been since I've seen the blanked face friend
I know not; I wander in this dark wasteland with no hope for end
Caverns empty and broken with light that's dying...dying, dying
and a sound is heard, faint, but much like crying, crying, so much crying
I cannot make sense of it all, in the darkness I see that red bird of old
Perched on it's roof top in a nest of straw made of gold
the fantasy realm that turned into this nightmare reality
what happened? What happened-I have nothing but uncertainty
Beneath the realm of Reality
Lies a secret- a world of fantasy
fantasy, fantasy...fantasy burns away into boiling nightmares
a world that burned in black flares
Reality reality when did my reality burn into this fright fest
Delving into a vast world of the unknown-no rest no rest
feasting eyes, festering eyes bleeding...bleeding eyes
make them stop make them stop STOP THE CRIES!
Where protector have you gone
was I right to worry about you all along
was it you who brought to this insidious darkness
inside this foul..foul, foul, foul beast-the prince of darkness
My faith in you demon protector has died
my heart heart has cracked, and my heart has cried
I never knew why I loved you
Everything was so new...
Demon demon, master of fright, I implore thee
Why have you imprisoned me
here in this, the emptiest place of my mind
where nothing, not even light, can find
Why....why did I ever love you
Did you love me too
you never did say but still foolishly I fell
but silently, silently silently...there was nothing left to tell
You promised, promised, promised your return to me
but still, the darkness, the black, the fear is all I see
The hooded mystery is gone as well
And still...there is nothing left to tell
A wasteland of empty space, void of light
A fearsome nowhere, a darkness not even night
Can this really be the realm I once called home
The broken empty caverns, the dying light of chrome

NORMAN
Norman was a character a funny man its true,
He was a country copper, till the force said bugger off blue,
He was there in Mungindi when two Squatters piddled on plants,
Grabbed onto ole Carruthers and booted him up the pants,
You cant do that said ole Loostrang, he’s the mayor of Dirran-bandi town…
You must be the bloody horse, said Norman to this drunken slobbery clown,
So he threw ole Carruthers into the Black Maria, {squatter = Land owner}
Loostrang went there swiftly hobnail booted, Ass on bloody fire,
So he got moved to Texas by the Squatter whinging boys,
And Norman booted the wrong asses, in Texas too just to bloody annoy,
{Texas town population 500}
So Norman left the force,
In Dirranbandi town he left his mark,
A drunken guy was whinging,
Bad toothache said the drunken nark,
Dentist, Norman, thoughtful, was a singing,
So he sat on ole Aspro Jack to shut him up,
Jerked a few teeth, till he fixed the squire,
Who Sobered quick, got his mouth to shut,
Cos Norman wheeled the pliers,
Norman found some revolvers,
In a Squatters great collection,
The photo was in the paper,
In my mommas recollection,
Of the guy who held up the bank,
Was Norman to perfection,
Then his wife phoned up, said why,
Is there money not too dry,
In the ice box frozen section?
Don and Nell knew bye and by,
Norm was the master of mis-direction,
Had money parked in all the banks,
On the commercial travelers selection,
So there in Goondiwindi,
he was eating breakfast at the caffe,
when three thugs arrived,
tipped soup into his bloody lap,
so he punched piss n pickhandles,
out of three of the would be stars,
and mopped up the floor,
threw all three out the door,
some really terrified Galahs*
{aussie pink n grey parrots}
I was having a beer with Norman,
He said “we’ll pick the bar,” {fight em all}
I said which end, just the Mormons,
He said “not yet, ah ha ha”:}
Don Johnson

Japanese Scout 1942
Oh yer poncing on Kokoda and you see a little Jap,
Like a Rabbit with the Myxo, he dunno where he's at,
So he plonks at you with bullets, per Arisaka gun,
5 shots an he's on empty, now will come the fun,
Bandy legs come staggering, forward at the trot,
His bayonet fixed to score you, the bayonet fighting slot,
So play fair and bayonet fight with old Tom-Tit,
Parry and a butt slap, till death does do it's bit,
Another for the Pigs to eat,
When all are left to rot,
Of jaw bones there were many,
From the Japanese, a lot,
The first to see the other,
Got first shot, 20 yards away,
Another death another,
And the sadness came to stay,
So you never stopped a watching,
In the jungle clearings green,
Let your guard down, bullets costing
Blood n guts, it was obscene,
On the booze and home again,
Keep them white coat guys away,
no leccy shocks to keep me sane,
Behind the green fence isn’t, aint, ok,
Cos it's not, behind the fence of green,
Where I have bloody been,
2 never, never, never bloody stay….
Don Johnson

I taught my ex to fight a bit,
she'd shape up and throw punches quick,
when we had an argument,
she would jump up throwing punches thick,
sortof broke me up to see,
some fisticuff 4 me ...
cos laughter ended it....
re:
"Fight like a man" Cory long
Don

Tuaoi stone dwells in silence
Tuaoi stone dwells in silence
Beneath the Atlantic waves,
Director of the traffic flow,
Controller of Aeroplanes,
Valixi flew with power guidance,
from point to point with ease,
Submarines were directed and powered,
by this crystal fired machine,
Perhaps it doesn’t really know,
It’s work still done, unclear?
Beneath the briny undertow,
Does it work it’s magic here?
Remote control of Aeroplanes,
Controlled, a few thousand years ,
Perhaps Bermuda Triangle
Has some landing lanes, I fear,
And controller of the ages,
Is still at work right here,
When tractor beams engage,
Sits traffic controller one?
Landing another straying Jet,
It’s just its job, gets done?…
Don Johnson

My daddy served till I was six.
A Navy man. He loved his ship.
Rejecting Hero he would proclaim.
"Those who died should have that name."
Sailed many times across the waves.
Rescuing prisoners from cells as graves.
A Coxman warning of things to come.
That sound still echos to setting sun.
Blow the whistle as bugals blare!
Today Veterans shall be honored everywhere.
MAFLongfellow

She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame
Forsaken by my potent manipulating game
I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires
...But not By My hands
I Try To Follow her ghost
But the fog and mist are too strong
My eyes are rendered useless
"You're Never going to Find Josette"
The netherworld Spirits sang
I Won't lose Heart
I Will Win this Fight
For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life
This is what happens when
The Devil's Adovocate
Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride
This is what happens When
The life of the disease
Loves the cure it desperately hates
Drives you mad
But Wasn't I already?
Josette, I'm begging you To
Drive the Faerie out of Me

Seldom
Seldom,
So seldom does this word prevail;
How shall it seek you too?
Seldom is a spark renewed,
Ephemeral and divine it appears;
Its light seems certain to no purpose;
Like sparklers in the brain,
They thrive in numbers but exist
No longer than thought sublime;
Seldom do they stay,
They only drift and shine towards decay.

the one constant in the universe,
the one who cares and doesn't rest,
to be loved by him, is to be blest,
his creatures since creation,
sometimes we are a pest,
with patience he is waiting,
our return to the nest...
re: Debbie Duncan 'A lovers Quarrel'
Don

Ram Lamb
They called him the Ram lamb,
Ole Tommy Lamb,
But his name was really Arthur,
He swapped names with his brother Ram,
They kept em ever after,
Tom was a sulky mailman,
A boundary rider too,
A horse man at the gallop,
Could catch-em Kangaroo,
To see him chasing horses,
at the gallop through the mulga, {tree}
light hand on the bridle yes,
when he yarded em on Tolga,
his money tin was buried in,
then he went off to hospital,
the fowl-yard, beneath the water tin,
where entry wasn’t possible,
red cattle faggot lived with the fowls,
she’d let no bugger in,
her and the fowls by hook or jowl,
were mates, and kinda kin
when he died they were surprised,
to find his name was Arthur,
inheritors soon realized,
Ram Lamb had caused some laughter
Don Johnson 1-03-14
i wanted to use red cattle *****... which is the Aussie/Kiwi term for a working Aussie shepherd female dog.... but i got censored by a fool machine, get Mt T on the case!

A Horseman
Just watching the Magnificent Seven again,
Seen it many times of course,
Yul Brynner and Steve Mc Queen,
Two horsemen a sitting their horses,
When horse and man move as one,
You know, these are men that can ride,
Old drovers could tell in a heartbeat,
Yes it’s a matter of pride,
For when you have lived in the saddle,
And you feel the beat of his heart,
Your horse does carry you gladly,
gets a grip, like your only sweetheart ,
but my friend and I are now parted,
no longer his whinny or sigh,
but I still have his saddle,
just a horseman, a waiting to die.
Don Johnson 18-sep-11

Angel of YWYW
Milky way we knew it well,
Surfing solar winds dispel,
Planets like heaven, others hell,
Always seeking new horizons,
Eons traveled, cataloging ,
What has changed since last we saw,
Looking for developing life forms,
Meat an bone and blood and gore,
Life now gone from old Mars,
Planet ripped and bloody torn,
Giant meteor gouged, from the stars,
Water air and and death to mourn,
Earth was heaven in its way,
Two hundred thousand years ago,
Amilius came with other spirit angels,
Lingered longer stayed you know,
http://www.was-this-atlantis.info/cayce/9.html
Orangtaungs were cute, swinging there among the trees,
Spirit form is very fine, lacking feeling, sensitivity,
Jump into a body, climb, be a monkey swinging free,
So they tried take over a body,
don’t stay long or harden in,
stay too long, you are a monkey now Poddy,
wait to die some suffering,
So the Solar Surfers rested here,
Enjoyed R & R and stayed too long,
Soon there was a thriving community,
Of the monkeys changing, maybe wrong?
Spirit form knows the magic,
How to will the changes there,
Create with mind the sometimes tragic,
Forms with feathers or with hair,
5 suitable forms were rendered,
5 colours Black Brown, Yellow, Red and White,
So the human race engendered,
Eve from Adam, sweet delight,
Lost in the vastness of time,
Were the thought ways to help the self,
You are what you think you are,
Fat and lazy, change it Ralph,
Thoughts are deeds and they become,
What you think creates the sum,
Doubting only makes you glum,
Try positive energizing!
Take in air and charge the self,
Stronger is a stronger Ralph,
See the rainbow enter you,
All the colours charging too,
You believe, it is your wealth!
What spirit man must do,
For the self !!!
Don Johnson
First Adam studied Apes and the Chimpanzee,

A cold sullen night it was the day
where the lights would come out and play
A dream of dreams in which we couldn't wait
The coronation of a celestial queen
The brightness's everlasting fate
This day was the time where we all could see
unless the truth is too blinding
Oh sweet bearer of light
who's name brings all ignorant fright.
Here she comes
venus the queen
etolie jolie
Safe and serene
you are the guide
Comely and cunning
Venus the queen, Etoile jolie
Here she comes
venus the queen
etolie jolie
Safe and serene
You are my Lucifer Queen
Comely and cunning
Venus the queen, Etoile Jolie.
How great we are to have such a light
Where I can finally know my life
A guide throughout this eternal night.
Freedom and Independence is what you are
Never astray a far
But tonight the clouds are unchained.
Here she comes
venus the queen
Etolie Jolie
Safe and serene
You are the guide
Comely and cunning
Venus the queen, Etoile jolie
Here she comes
Venus the Queen
Etolie Jolie
Safe and serene
You are my Lucifer Queen
Comely and cunning
Venus the queen, Etoile Jolie.

Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name
For Love of Language
Cricket-Rounders
A new bloodsport in the town,
We call it Cricket-Rounders,
The bowler runs up to the pitch, (22 yard run)
And the bouncer surely crowds ya, (rising ball gets ya)
A cricket ball as hard as iron,
At a hundred miles an hour,
If it gets you in the head,
On ya grave we put the flowers,
So ya better wear head protectors,
Good gloves upon ya hands , (broke fingers)
Borrow Joel Garner from the West Indies yes, (world champ bowler, cricket)
He’d bowl ya outa the grand stand.
When ya run tween the bases, keep ya eyes upon the flic,
The ball is coming to knock ya down , with bruises bloody quick, (knock down yer out)
If ya hit the ball over the fence it’s a bloody six,
And to the boundary only four, so eat your weety bix, (3 strikes yer out)
11 men a side till they’re bowled or caught/knocked out,
Bruises are good for heroes, yes no bloody doubt,
A world wide game it is to be, a war on the field of battle,
Don’t forget to duck your head for sure,
Or yer brain might start to rattle…
Cricket bat or baseball bat for the batter. … Pad up…
Don Johnson invention 3-nov-11

yes sure:>
but if you dont support the underdog,
just crawl to the Boss, the fat greedy hog,
and only support the greedy master,
weak brained sheep, are even smarter,
you don't get the needed brownie points,
to get to heaven, here after,
heaven do say, you been smoking dem joints,
till de brain just a chicken krapp plaster,
you just return to little hell earth,
reborn to learn, just what you are worth,
where you get to suffer at subtle levels, no mirth,
of doing your time for your crime,
why so many bad dudes are in,
bad places to pay for their sins,
where they whine and they whine, bloody whine,
"The Nigerian Scammer Club",
......Don

They heard the rumble from below
Drinks were spilled; they stopped the show.
The scream was heard, the tension rose
The crowd was still, the music froze.
The lights flickered, a roar was heard
Wild lion appears, then massacred
All the zebras, flailing around
So their stripes were safe and sound
This lion though, was smarter than that
2 weeks he’d been a hungry cat
Such silly follies were no match
To save lives on this grassland patch.

God/Orisis
In the Jippo book of the dead , {Egyptian}
Weight judge-ment, black hearted is read ,
Against the weight of an Ostrich feather,
A failure is seen evil fed
If you aint been divine,
Just robbed people, fine,
Anubis may fill you with dread, {hades-hell}
Good people have a lightness of heart,
The evil ones weigh-down with their guilt,
Conscience, knows every nasty bit part,
Anubis takes care of the filth,
Assess, reassess, deeds-knife-point to the hilt,
how it’s written on your timeline?
If yer like me you’d struggle to see,
Cos I surely aint the divine:}
Don Johnson
One God policy, pay for your deeds :}

we have to laugh at our bloody self,
cant dodge the rhyme, do i need help,
but then it aint a crime,
me worry not himself,
this time:)
(i even think in rhyme?)
Don
Joe Flach
i think we get the intuition of the mind,
an flows the lines some sweet n kind,
from other buggers sure,
poets beyond deaths door,
to lead the blind:)
Dave Williams
no brother you don't bore,
i like the way you rhyme and fit,
get to flow the words of wit,
and i am bloody sure,
no boring bit...

Drongo Leery
Riding on old drongo Leery,
poor old bugger, ticks n lice,
Dodging Traps, Police n Troopers,
Catch a racehorse would be nice.
Robbed a fellow down the river ,
Had no money, he was nice,
Didn’t have no dung on liver,
Gave him a quid,
he thanked me twice.
Country full of Pommy, ex convicts,
Ticket of leave men, yes too right,
Keep yer mouth shut, is their motto,
Seeing nothing, their delight.
“Don’t give your guts, “ is what they’re saying,
Don’t tell the Traps, which way I went,
Buy all the beer at the pub, I’m staying,
Black tracker on me trail is sent.
Ride in front of a bullock team,
Eradicate my tracks, just a bit,
Leave the track on rocky ground,
Leave no tracks, you dumb tom tit. (finch)
Got meself a squatter’s, blood horse,
Saddled and she rooted twice, (bucked a bit)
Need some more tomato sauce,
On me lamb chops very nice.
Cantered up to the mail coach,
Cobb n Co, 6 horses pulling here,
Held em up with old forty four,
Gave jewelry back, to some old dear.
Punch in chest, from shot of rifle,
Down I fall, the pain intense,
Drongo so close, is sniffing, idle,
Death is coming, caring less.
Don Johnson

Stroke Fixer
: for the loss of arm function etc
Visualize in eye of mind,
corroded wires, bad connection kind,
see em flowing from your brain,
hard to use, heat up the flame,
see a new wire in your head,
copper wires there instead,
see the corrosion go away,
copper wires are better hey,
see new wires a burning bright,
copper glowing in the night,
see the copper thicker still,
shut up Jack you’ll get your fill,
when everything is right,
imagination takes flight,
and it is stronger till,
everything is right,
So says the imbecile….
Don Johnson
Give the subconcous some mind pics to reinforce healing by visualizing change and it will,
If its your will, daffodil, arrange, instill, alright….

Purple haze
Came a purple haze one of those days,
Back home in Dirranbandi
Amongst the trees grey haze we see’s
Just the spirits walking grandly
If you please old Joe he see’s ,
a mate who was old Jack,
down at Dancy’s paddock,
the old cementry outback.
I know 40 of em in there,
They all would answer back,
They’d say that there is poor ole Johnson,
Is he in the red or black.
Beezly is in there somewhere,
“Don’t let Beasly bury me Jack,”
Said the note from Skipper Tracy,
On his death note, bullet whacked.
Suicide was common,
If ya fell out with the wife,
Load up the bloody 12 guage,
Send ya tonsils to paradise.
Ole Jock Woodwin struck the lords sign,
alas and alack,
We was hoeing some burrs,
When he dared the lord a fact!
“Strike me dead lord,” he laughed ,
But in looking back,
He fell out of the ole tilly
the wheels they crushed him flat.
Moral don’t tease the lord…
Don Johnson

The sleeping kangaroo The sleeping kangaroo took me into the abyss of sour grapes.~~~
a wildlife with wildfire turned over by the wildflower.~~~ Seascapes; full of sand that no one dared to understand!~~~~ Drowning underwater in a universe that had no expand.~~~~~ Where the passer-by's felt the expression of sadness in his sleeping face.~~ Experiencing the world with one lonely look, is all it took. ~~~~ A grain of salt, in the night sky! ~~~~~ Where clouds ‘walk-sneak and / clouds-cry like a whirlpool’, ~~~~~ Tears from a near by fountain deep in a valley. ~~~~~ Where we can sing for roo's sleeping heart. ~~~~~ Death in a wild flower mourning asleep on the hour. ~~~~~ Seeing’ is believing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~p.d.
The Nullabor it does abhor~~~the desert in it standing~~~~
The broken heart~~~~he keeps apart ~~~~where Eagles are a landing~~~~kangaroo is prolific cos good seasons bring in millions~~~~~they shoot them for the last hundred years,
Hoppy is still there in millions~~~~Almost a plague after rain~~~
The cure the joy the madness ploy, just catch a little shiela~~~but broken hearts tend to self destroy~~~
The one true love, to feel her~~~so searching for the lock of eyes upon the Nullabor~~~kangaroo does abound, dead straight the road for sure~~~~ Ironic tale sour grapes inhale,
He sleeps upon the plain~~~ his swag is near the old Ute, and the dog is ever watchful~~~his protector is a beaut ~~ civilisation calls~~~he has to go back to the city streets~~~
And searching ever searching for the eyes of lady sweet~~~
For our Sweet Destroyer Poet,
Don
was lost during contest????

As I sit here by the mountain stream
I begin to fall into a dream
Of a magical and majestic place
That always puts a smile on my face
Whenever I get to go there
One can just stop and stare
At its beauty and majesty
This place is what made me
Pick up a pen and write
This place made me see the light
After so many years and miles away from Asheville
I am in love with this place still
I fell in love with this place from the start
For it will always hold a special place in my heart
I cannot take it any longer
I thought that I was stronger
I am leaving today
Don't worry, I know the way
I can no longer wait
I have to go back to Biltmore Estate

Class distinction is always with us,
Dollars are important to the rich,
Jobs went offshore in the 60s ,
Cheaper overseas, for the greedy rich,
In the 50s, scabs were brought in,
To force the shearers wages down,
Black listed were the honest workers,
Bosses wrote names,
black balled the clowns.
2112, still nothing changes,
cheaper labour, sweat of brow,
grind the worker into the ground,
bring them workers, cheap to town,
striking miners still on strike,
blacklisted by the super rich,
all the names are on computer,
don’t employ any one on it!!!
Morality bankrupt are the greedy,
Death will balance, evil books,
Brought to heel yes indeedy,
Born, poor, poor me,
wrong turn I took???
Don Johnson

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me
The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest
& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers
There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys
There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted
There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove & Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search: For Soup & Treasure-Trove
Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !
There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay
There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That Sir Lamoureu Pledge
Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords
We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman
Part 1 of 2
Written & Copyrighted By: MoonBee Canady

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Steel, blood and blue…the gritty streets are all too true!
A crystal pearl on a crystal shell…an diamond lies ‘an a life of hell!
With dues to pay...‘an golden dreams on lay-away!
A gust of wind...a sonic crack...‘an a cosmic crash!
The winds have rocked my way!
So rock away!
Pennies in my pocket…with another bottle rocket!
Simple lovey-dovey...bangers and the bills!
Swirly-dwirly drinks…and penny copper mills!
Up all night…up all night!
A party of a life...a party of a life!
Silvery stones and...pretty golden lockets!
Up all night...up all night!
Coolest winter’s chill...with only bills...no thrills!
A shattered golden heart…for a royal golden tart!
A heady frothy malt…with ‘an endless open spout!
So rock away…so rock away!
Royal silken flags are raised…as the royal clippers sway!
So rock away…so rock away!
Party’s…bangers…sweets…drummers tapping beats!
So rock away…so rock away!
Linen…satin…sheets…parch'ment-value…sheets!
So rock away…so rock away!
A party of a life...a party of a life!
Silvery stones...and pretty golden lockets!
Up all night...up all night!
Party's...silver...golden wings...secret hidden things!
So rock away...so rock away!
Diamond golden rings...and 'any' other thing?
So rock away...so rock away!

Little chant for ya...
bloody ciggie takes me breath,
the stinker comes between,
nicotene pfinger pokes ,
me dad is dead it means,
dont get so dead ice-scream.....
suck slack tobacco is the joke,
says the man from nicotene....
chant it babe........Don
~got to have a hobby hey,
suck a ciggie all the day,
reaper waits for the END of play,
dodge the bludger if you may :{-~
GOOD ON YA MATE:}
THANKS 2 JOHN L.....

Integrity
I suppose you think it’s all worthwhile,
To crawl to the rich, if that’s your style,
To swing your vote, left, right and center,
On a whim, just hit enter.
Just a touch of bile, don’t bleat.
If you were truly honest, within yourself,
You’d help the poor, not someone else,
Rich people, force the wages cheap,
Treat the workers like half- mulesed sheep,
Any excuse is allowed:)
Overseas shearers, shore the masters sheep,
In the 50s scabs, sure, about did creep,
Undercut the workers wage,
Sweat of the brow, ten bob was saved,
Made the wives of shearers weep.
Of miners bringing in the labor cheap,
A dollar saved, fatso can keep,
Are scabs a coming from offshore,
Yes buddy thousands more,
Don’t be chuckling in your sleep
Morality is gone this political day,
Integrity is dead in Canberra hey,
Fake emails to bring down the government,
9 times has Thompson been tried and left,
Or is he still not guilty,
Yet…..
Don Johnson

We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To Your Aspen We delved into spelling out the qualities of
Their Opel,Citroen and his Jagged Hummer,
Who Will quell This Auto Duel Maybe A Benz,Toyota or A Funny Looking
Volkswagen.
Angels that sat to crack and eat nuts,a sequel to the Epic "The Squirell",
Estates Reserved for the Esquire,One How many beds didst he deem to sleep a
Night..
Your Nutty Officials,Their Sherriffs and Our Squires,
Issues We sat In saliency to discuss In Atlantis And The Consorted Eighteen
Galaxy League,
Their Medula Lacks One and More Attractions..Hehawed Without a Glorified
Nebulae..A Glitter to Sparkup Our Day,
Allow me beat these drums to herald the coming of My Asteroid Race Friends.
Friends Who deemed it feat to pay us Two Salient Visits,
Passing The soul of Man Intelligence..And Deep Understanding to matters we all
had a light Alienated Idea Of...
Speaking of our Salient Meetings..I Foresee your Frighted Thinkings,
Augmented Thoughts In Wild Ratings..Men's Forbidden Call To Eat Warranted
Fruits..May the Father Grant Men The Sight To See Through in Wisdom and More..
Men who have set the pace and Our Forever Lessons,
For Many are the Hurdles that Wise Men Scale To Achieve Perfection..
Let Guitar Strings Strum Slow Waltz,
To Enable Webster's Tricks and Magic in Grammer's Slow Rock,
Maybe Writing To Heads That have Seen The More..
Stiil I bid Godspeed To The Morrow And More..Selah.

Modesty is for the one not seeking more,
I came crashing like a wave to rage
my battle over the undeserving one;
I declared my right and proclaimed it on stage..
Give a crown, not a trophy...
I struggled through years of obstinacies,
while others celebrated their life with garb:
nothing was given to me, I earned every degree;
when courage was scarce, I clinged to myself,
hoping that a better day would come!
Riches can make an individual's life free of needless pain,
and from that inheritance I never received a dime:
my careless dad squandered it on a wicked woman,
whose lust for pleasure was as lurid as her mind;
and my quest for a brighter tomorrow remained silent,
but this inner voice was there...to guide my step!
Give a crown, not a trophy...
I outran everyone tripping and falling,
and my stamina got me to the finishing line;
my sweat felt like warm rain
and its raindrops seemed the jewels on that crown
that I had dreamt of winning!
Give a crown, not a trophy;
and do I ask much for this formidable try?
Wealth keeps many from being famous,
it may be rooted in laziness, or a life-style of comfort:
I have neither felt it nor enjoyed it...or even come close;
it isn't given without a cost...it must be earned without haste,
and if it is a crown you are after,
put away all your stubbornness and dare!

and yet the pain seems quite insane,
this suffering that i see,
will of God does all arrange,
before i became just me,
though suffering yet i be,
2 sow n reap this earth-bound destiny?
re: FOR FEET TO RUN nette onclaud...
Don

When i had pain of a broke leg,
i laid back in me bloody bed,
and said go away, yes there you go,
old friend my pain, just go...
bye bye by by i said instead ,
to let me sleep again,
and pain was leaving as i said,
it went away convinced myself that it would Fred,
no way can it remain... thanks Russell.
so i trancified meself and dodged away from the pain of broke leg,
collar bone, ribs, glass in me forearm 38 stitches there.
Wife stealing cousin Wayne was driving my car into the head on ...bad eh..
Don

The candy dish a hidden treasure,
round, clear crystal, it sits exposed,
the pirates seek it sweet pleasure
wanting the valuable contents enclosed,
They travel from abroad
In there ship they sail by the dozen,
as they reach there gold they applaud,
Its every man for his self they would sell out there only cousin,
The round clarion crystal shell is staggering in beauty,
hearts and lace wrap around making it's seemless impression
the lid on top is heaving enforcing it's duty,
and all who reach the inside must make a confession,
The rainbow of color it controls
yellow, green, pink and red,
completes the seekers ultimate goal,
as the delightful pleasure moves through them they are fed,
On to the next treasure they sail,
searching for more treasure wrapped beneath a crystal veil.

Said she was Sitting Bulls great, great, great
from Bill Cody's rodeo days in Germany ~
I did see a resemblance ~ pix, side by side!
Germany ~ before and after ~ Nazi's!
Now Monica a left-over immigrant to USA
proud in stature, limping, leg twisted
all alone on a RV campground ~ Winter!
Froze up plumbing, living on hand outs!
Husband in the Secret Service ~ military
murdered in his own bed ~ at home
used to fly to Monica's side ~ helicopter
only week-ends ~ secretive!
A green barret instructor to U. S.
Never found out why ~ no evidence
Monica now ~ on German pension, 63
last Birthday, celibrated with friend & me!
Each Sunday ~ after church
I picked her up ~ her RV ~ loaded w/cats
Her family ~ pix of German folks
all over ~ flowers ~ stacks of goods!
RV ~ crammed with poop ~ couldn't flush
No one wanted Monica on their premise
The Santee Sioux ~ campground, near Casino
Sitting Bull's relative ~ now stuck!
The Sitting Duck predicators
used to be the Indians ~ hunting, self taught
now educated Internet gamblers & the like
What a revolution of choice!
Local hardware ~ wouldn't help no one
open her frozen lines ~ all Summer
Til now ~ backed up with poop & cats!
Finally Monica OD'd, a diabetic!
RV blew up, she threatened to do often
Hospital, Psychiatry, Santee moved RV
To County garage, Center, Ne.
Want her story ~ it's up for grabs!

Santee Sioux now all stuck ~ Casino, road
under water !~ Missouri River, talkin' big
it needed water, the River valley dried up
Governor's howling, blaming Corps!
Our nation always at odds
Monica brought her silverware ~ Mom & Dad's
on Sunday ~ Spring to now ~ eating - talking - laughing
3 languages ~ Italian opera director!
Organizer ~ Secretary for Military Academy
Father ~ German military ~ stood up to Hitler,
wouldn't salute ~ up his ~ Father demoted to Norway
he had his pride ~ after War ~ selling on road!
With Monica & Mother ~ sleeping in car
then their own RV ~ all over Germany, Italy ~ finally free!
The "long fork" is in my belongings ~ part of family set
Monica's long fork found a home, with me!
She wanted back ~ Her trails and trials in America
her longest fork
in the road ~ you see ~ Indian looking homeword
left to perish all Winter ~ no water, diabetic!
While her cousins played, reaped & sowed
gambling just up 300 yards
Sitting Bull's rodeo days in Germany
& Monica ~ a longest fork ~ of returning home!

Gabbie
With no thought of sweet romance,
All alone and couldn’t dance,
When I met a lady sweet along the way,
She was strong and healthy too,
Came one day to see me Blue,
And pinned me, I just couldn’t get away,
The great love affair did start,
Little Gabbie did her part,
And passion flowed throughout the livelong day,
An old camera on the bench,
Been on charge, I told the wench,
But she thought I was taking piccys, bloody aye,
Put old camera in the bin,
Battery charging given in,
But the lady dumped me any bloody way,
So to light a fire with passion,
Keep them camera lights from flashing,
Do the right thing, get your ration,
Try not to scare the sweetest girl away…
Don

I.
Religion and his spiteful visions,
Race and her unholy irrations,
Madness the first lady of Death the Destroyer,
Sadness the Arch-enemy of Peace and Bliss,
Oh! His breathe just ceased,
To whom,To what shall we plead,
On what mountains shall Volcanoes feast,
To what unholy Earthquakes shall men not shake and kneel with skeletal frames
that creak,
I have written for Kings and Monks,
Yes through My writings Paupers have become Princes,
The Affected the Most effective,
I have written for Salient minds,
This long have I beaten the Gongs of the gods to awake your passion for Nature,
Yes, Yes I have beaten this Drums so soft to herald the coming of a generation
that will enjoy true bliss between Beast and Man,
Aliens as my info tech clerk, Oh what jerks,
II.
The alchemy of Time and Fate,
It hovers around You your blessings of days agone, Just have faith,
Stretching to catch the Salient spirits of creativity the sage blows off his turbo
nerves,like you thus fainty,
I have seen Men drink stale wine off Pigskins called"The Happy Flagon",
Amalgamation of Love and Truth has held me this Strong,
Naked am I, immersing financial wealth into this pool of Humility,
Do try when walking with my father not to look directly at his eyes,but following
every pace,
Oh! The signs of time, Seeing my children whose bones are really filled with oil,
My spine's creak,cry and wail from this much spankings and your grandmum's
severe waist rolls,
Only whales know the true disciplines of Gentlemanness,
Clumsy Spades,Hungry gents...Oh! Satisfying my willing maids.

ghouls from the grave do creep,
an pumpkins pretending to be sheep,
don't come near the misletoe,
cos death it waits just down below,
nuff 2 give ya the creeps,
look out you bloody sheep,
HO HO...
re Russell Siveys 'Halloween Treat'
Don

It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink

The fever comes upon the mortal
Through it he seeks his mind to see
What lies behind the hidden portal
Behind the scenes of his reality
He sees forces that furiously unravel
Upon the souls of the flesh and blood
They seek the despair, the power, the emotion
To discovery the new in their immortal now
They sense his eyes looking at them
His consciousness swimming in their unknown
They look back, with a desire for pestilence
Troubled as he is, afraid he now becomes
Rotten his reality, begging for the something
To the few that notice .. his futility on the streets
He craves for his status, his power and his money
The things that depraved him of his soul
Yet nobody looks, nobody hears and no one understands
The earth has closed his gates to his mouldered soul
Trapped between the world of vision and the world of now
His mind starts planning his devious return

Underdog
Could you support the underdog,
Could you take the poor mans part,
Could you support the fat rich hogs,
Yet money it’s all about.
More dollars 4 the super rich,
In a trough 4 piggy’s snout.
Public servants in their thousands,
Sacked, lose their houses have no doubt,
Secret police to watch em,
Crawlers, to dob em in and shout,
(informers encouraged to talk about public servants)
Ex miners Aussie workers,
no job in the mines about,
blacklisted on computer,
overseas worker, take the job no doubt,
is the country still in drought?
So you are the bosse’s crawler,
And you love him just the same,
Will you be a crawler, still,
If he sacks ya, petty lame?
Or a crawler once again.

So the phone rang,
"its about your computer,
its causing trouble on the internet,
i'm with microsoft"
so knowing he was a conman out to get my dollars ..
I said
"i know you Ralph you are a conman!" ..
.he hung up how rude hehe
THIS CON HAS BEEN REPORTED ON TV RECENTLY SO REMEMBER...
--my 89 year old mum said i dont have a computer:)...ive had aboutb 5 calls from these buggers...so dont feel bad bout ya computer upsetting microsoft....it aint!

Pawns play
Two accidents in Queensland
reminder to two pawns,
both owned by the super rich
two crawlers had been warned,
to change their ways to good of will,
stop persecuting their brother/sister till,
not be so paltry, reject still,
the evil of their master.
Fair play is no disaster.
Or is nastiness really your will,
‘Sow then of course you’ll reap,’
The master’s lies, are for the dills,
The downward path you keep,
So just keep on slip a sliding,
10,000 public servants sacked,
no black hole said Costello,
the half grin smile on the dial,
but relatives get work backing.
This no surprise?
Conflict of interest, changes the law,
The leader owns, but he wants more,
Corruption coming Fitzgerald saw,
The rules are there for writing.
Some fool, the self is lighting,
fire of subtle judgement score,
Igniting.
Don Johnson

started May 2013, finished 08.06.2013 (miss placed the memory stick I had it on... oops)
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Why were you not there...
I thought you cared, cared...care...care
why did you not catch me...catch me when I fell
please...you still having something left to tell
This darkness claws at my back and chokes my pleas
I can hear it's laughter, it's cackle of glee
I'm so lost, and alone, alone, alone
I long, I Dream for the castle upon the hill, the beautiful stone
That forest land I wish to see once more
But I have lost my way, trapped in a darkness forevermore
Kept away from what I so desperately yearn for
To return to that mysterious home I adore
But I am lost, and trapped in space
No where...no where can I find the entrance to that place
silence fills the ever darkening void
All my hope, my faith in you destroyed
Beneath the realm of reality
lies a secret world-a fantasy
beneath the world, a secret of lies
all but the cold, and petrifying darkness dies
Beneath the realm lies a wasteland of empty space, void of light
A fearsome nowhere, a darkness not even night
long ago I was taken from my home
far, far away from everything I've ever known

On and on I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song
Every now and then
I don’t wanna turn left
Just the path I martyr
On the way to no where
Could you envision me
No longer sadly
These are the lovely words
As we go
On and on I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song
Back and forth
Are the trials we cure
Would you hold me more
If you found me impure
And we’re holding on
Cause it’s too late to go home
As we go
On and on I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song
On the park side of town
Silence is a muffled sound
No apologies
Like sea gulls
We are standing free
We’re holding on
Cause there’s no better place to be
So let it snow
Go here, there, and before
She asked me to leave
I kindly closed the door
Theses are the times
We wish not to endure
We look for warm meals
Band aids
A sore throat to absorb the cure
Lungs commenced to whispers
Profoundly within your ear
A little something
To keep your thoughts pure
I could ask for no more
Than sun lit days
That hover above the clouds
And shadow
The doubts we adore

Finnegan Remembers….
Oh i can look and almost see,
My time in Ireland, verily,
Where I staggered drunken, oer the sod,
And had my way, perhaps a clod,
And fought the British see,
Finnegan, I was he,
who lived on taters merrily,
in Northern Ireland,
we weren’t free,
to be deported it was odd,
to leave old Ireland, me,
Minerva sailed, but she went down,
My fate, yes indeed to drown,
But the shark had me for tea,
Great white shark ate me, the sod,
It was the will of God,
No bloody chips were there?
Yes I was bloody rare,
tomato sauce ran free,
Resentment burns, no reason, where?
Underneath, deep memory yeah,
A prisoner of the crown,
Transported, 7 years around,
But the shark had set me free,
Till Joeys spirit came to me,
Memory of it makes me frown,
Cos Johnson now I be…
ah yes underneath the kettle boils,
the fire burns, injustice calls,
and vengeance yet will come,
embroils,
our memories are as one...
unfoiled, then some...
Don Johnson

You take the road I never had taken before,
a lock set with no keys only for two endless doors,
Grasses a withering in the wind and the rain,
a breath left short of a loves unsober insane,
for my hands in my fortune and I ran from mt fame,
if you are my hero then make me see,
what is left of your heartless glory that stands before me,
as painful as this love with a sting like a bee,
for dying wishes of this lady that dwell in the sea,
what's luster of a tale as tall and so shy
the price for the journey that left me to die,
a secret so cold,
to when we ask why,
from the touch of the man that fell from the sky.

The Prince of self delusion,
a whiny tory clown,
who hasn't money for the using ,
thinks crawling brings it round,
pathetic in his fervour,
to be the masters hound,
like sharks sucking on a surfer,
when moralitys' unwound,
honesty has left the room,
where charity escapes,
fair play is on the mouldy moon,
NOW a greedy-moron-state?
So hated is the working man,
so callous is the master,
& greedy fat sluts have a plan,
to rob yer grave hereafter:}
Don Johnson
our tory governments are persecuting the pensioners and the unhealthy,
while propping up the POOR NEEDY wealthy...here in Australia..
$50,000 PER YEAR FOR THE RICH MOTHERS...who are having a child...
a lot less for the workers wife per year...CLASS DISTINCTION HEY:}---

The vix and the vaseline,
got mixed up in the dark,
While whispering sweet nothings,
with me kangaroo in park,
It was 1963 ole mate,
nah wd40 didn't try,
With oohs n ohs a plenty,
Me aggots set to fry,
like a kangaroo dog climbing a post,
Till it gave up the bloody ghost,
Got up for tea n toast,
Nough to make a sand goanna cry??
Don ....don't do it....

i think we all swore,
way back an before,
it was time to get us some manners,
the 4 letter words don't bother the birds,
just upsets the sad social planners...Don
re: Sara Kendrick
"Young Man and the Older Man"

Moonie
It was in the seventies I was out at St George,
Playing pool with the locals,
and the blacksmith from his forge,
I was winning, had a winning streak,
But I was getting a bit drunker,
So it was time to drive 300 miles,
in me Holden, the old clunker,
I was on a 200 mile stretch,
Black forest all around,
Drunk as 40 cats,
Glassy eyed,
half alkie sorta drowned,
I came up the darkened valley,
Not a bat or ne’er a sound,
Hair jumped up upon me neck,
great golden ball, sat on the ground,
Big as a house the golden ball,
I sobered oh so quick,
Just the bloody full moon that’s all,
No sign of mean ole Nick,
Cos, it was the highway Moonie

BUDGERY JIM
About the 1880s Joe came to the Hebel area...
He passed by an Aboriginal camp...
Saw one sick man a lying there..
Bad food gave him the cramp..
Poisoned Joe thought, so they purged him..
castor oil in, to make him well...
With a touch of Epsom salts, so grim...
But sickness grip still held its spell...
The Witch Doctor came to the rescue...
Said "too much white man's tucker you eat"...
Sucked the badness out from his navel....
Spat blood and froth, not so sweet...
Witch doctor had been spitting blood...
a bite made in his own mouth...
He then spat out the bottle cap...
sauce bottles were lying about...
greedy fella too much tomato sauce...
spoke the Doctor with a sly grin...
you swallowed the bottle cap, like a horse...
cured you are now Budgery Jim....
Budgery rose and stepped, oh so lightly...
As only the Aussie native can....
Just like a young emu just might be ...
No death song for Budgery man....
Don Johnson
Budgerigar ...good bird ...
Budgery fella good fella...

Byron McGovern (true story 1900)
At Denowan near Goodooga,
lived Mc Govern so they say,
At a Church of England mission,
Aubrey lived there anyway,
now Byron McGovern got arrested,
Black Trackers they said sure,
in jail he was invested,
his tracks came to the door,
the murderer was cunning,
tiptoed to Byrons' camp,
pulled on Byrons' muddy boots,
tiptoe running, in his dance,
Frog Morton he had no chance,
foul murder it was done,
axed to death, the Emus wept,
bad signatures on the cheque book, one,
Byron sidestepped the gallows,
no death for murder him,
the forgers face was sallow,
slip knot got tight and grim,
and the corpse did swing a swing,
and justice came ashore,
some stupid bloody ding a ling ,
got his karma bloody sure....
Don Johnson

With all the world a thousand feet below
'Twas the morn on New Year's Day:
And 'neath a shining weightless wing,
The sea cliffs steep of Botany Bay.
Thus there we were in old Sydney Town
New drunk on expectation to come!
Taxied through her sleepless city streets
And in haste made for the colosseum
There she was - that vast noble edifice -
Mortals did her sidewalks pound.
Through those gates the arena roared
Inside the Sydney Cricket Ground!
And later that balmy night wandered
On dark and faceless streets lost,
But ever closer drew the burning lights
In the noisy heart of King's Cross
Among the pushers, hookers, and pimps,
The city underbelly we did follow:
Bordellos, dives, strip joints, and bars...
Well Rich and I, we took in a show!
At first light the heights of Centrepoint
With its towering crow's nest view:
Behold that eucalyptus haze in the west,
To the east the sea off Bondi so blue
Away Port Jackson shoal to Sydney Cove
Where convicts and mariners sailed:
The tall ships that her garrison moored
Unloaded those from Albion jailed.
And upon fine granite cathedral walls
A new age do new virtues espouse:
Its geometrical tinted topaz glass arcing
Shining on that grand Opera House
Plotted destination - the Capital Territory,
And a disappearing lake's rivermouth:
Through hinterland plains and gorges deep
And Snowy Mountains to the south.
Then onward in our journey far we went
At the wheel of our V6 Commodore,
Over "The Bridge" up the Pacific Highway
On seawatch north to Maroochydore
To Byron Bay, Coolangatta, Surfers rode
The adventures of Skeet and Rich!
And after a thousand miles at our backs
It was an "Onya" hot son-of-a-*****!
On arrival at Cotton Tree a cold brew
Into the night did a desert thirst abate:
And with a tinny here and Sambuca there
We got fair dinkum messy, mate!
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April 1996

The corn flakes flew acRoss the room,
The raisins hung in air,
Eruption sticky as the glue,
Vibrating rectum fair,
He slung a towel about his waist,
He needed a a flaming shower,
But then the bowel in recital haste,
Did paint the walls a shower,
No need 2 sit upon the throne,
He quietly closed the door,
And whistling a regretfully tune,
Sultana .brand he swore
Don Johnson

The Duality of man 2…
Picture the beast getting its own way,
When weak of “spirit” steps aside,
Animal lust comes out to play,
Control your body, have some pride,
Yes it is a Monkey body,
Rhesus monkey blood, have I,
Give in to its wants and needs?
Go to jail sometimes to cry,
Cos the Monkey passion won?
When the animal has control,
Madness bloodlust does persist,
Watched in horror by the soul,
Conscience chatters, does insist,
I fight 4 some control.
Don Johnson
so the weak soul loses control
and the monkey body lets passion or bloodlust
satisfy its wants and primal needs...
and the concience screams enough!!!

corruption and greed are everywhere,
including where i live,
gather money do, not share,
lost when the spirit goes to where?
hatred burns but God forgives,
mortal fool with lives undid,
tomorrows baby there,
remembers not the kid....
Don

Pickles Graham heard the woosh,
Amber liquid showered his moosch (face)
Startled by the sudden shower,
Aromatic pizzle power,
An Mooga Wilson going crook,
"What are you doing there Pickles,
At this time and hour?"
Empty piddle pot empowered,
Stop moaning theres no grounds ,
for a sook,
And now you've had your early shower,
A bath is all you took,
A sweeter smelling little flower,
So bugger off ole chook...
Don johnson
SEEMS Pickles was on dawn patrol in Dirranbandi
early in 1942, the Japanese were coming???

Try this on for size.
We’ll be friends to the end, though we’ve never met,
And should we greet when we meet let’s hope without regret.
Talk is cheap and easy to keep when you’re half a world away,
But we should try, don’t ask me why, to communicate this way.
We’ll hear their sighs when we win the prize and finish in first place...Tony Lane
An johnson says now "talk is cheap, don't be talking down to me,
i'm flabbergasted, out of sorts, going behind this tree,
i never did have a friend, so far away from she,
waters flowing good just here, the flowers say heheh,
so climbing down from me horse it's time for we we we."
Don Johnson
'Grab a mate and collaborate....
Sponsored by: tracie edwards

He is the African War General,
After his massive Digestion of Seven "JUMBO" Spliff Joints and more,
The sage wont forget to mention his Gulp-in of four pints of dark 'Wicked' Rum before
His Very taste of a Healthy,Well-Balanced Breakfast,
His soul must be very Strong or Twice this Dead..'Once a soldier must I die a
soldier'..Words that put the heart of man to rest.
To carry-on...thus to Tarry-on...We must Carry-on 'Words I learnt from The very Lips of
the King of the Clan..He Truelly Tarried-on,
In Tarrying-on what shall we do...Bowing to worship 'Man' what oxygen shall we breathe,
How many campaigns did He Launch,
Sitting before this campfire chanting war Slogans,Songs and corrosive War Slangs,
I believe it was his very words that made those Flames and Sparks leap this High,
In the battle's very heat did he Unsheath the Heads of Three War Chieves and more.
He is the African War General...
Please do imagine him as he Emerges so strongly from the burning coals that attendeth
the paths of a locale warlord,
Steaming red foaming blood...It is a hard sight..Really not too Dark a sight for an
Intelligent promising Lieutenant,
Who took that last life saving accurate shot that saved 'The-Then-Fiercest-of-War-
Generals,
Who slung that same lethal...killing shot..Pumping in Hot-Lead into the same Man we all
slaved to Save.
The Sundry Deeds of a Highly Martial Mind...Appraising Salient Field Marshals and More.

A mariner leaves for months at a time
With a wind in his sails and a goal in mind
He doesn’t know what lies ahead
And he eats lots of fruit with dry wheat bread
The adventure calls and ignites his soul
But Mother Nature bawls and takes her toll
Hurricanes and wind tear at his nerves
After he makes it he finally learns
The lesson taught by life itself
Your stories not finished till it’s on the shelf

CULLING2
The culling of the Kangaroo,
has been here a hundred years or two,
And they are there in millions yet,
Cos they'll out breed you blue,
(we got Kangaroo plenty in Australia)
Human culling on the planet,
overstocked with humans, damn-it,
monkey man does slaughter out,
millions dead not caused by drought,
standing room still on the moon,
shotgun wielding great Baboons,
duck yer head there Mr Gannet,
or you'll be shot dead 2,
Australian Rabbit could feed the world,
Moron's, Myxo. 2 death is hurled,
got poisoned out true blue,
better making rabbit stew,
if intelligence is unfurled,
just here it never do!
Don Johnson
if you get a rabbit plague, eat em hey ...dont waste em :{

Arrigo
Arrigo of the rusty knife ,
Got bad headaches , saw things, strife,
Asked a mystic man could he ,
Tell Arrigo what was to be,
Arrigo just asked why?
Dr Fritz spirit would occupy,
Do some doctoring, bye n bye,
Arrigo in trance would be,
Dr. Fritz would set cancer free,
And you didn’t die.
Dr. Fritz died in World War One,
to Brazil, he chose to come,
Saw untimely death, was there,
came the spirit helper, rare,
Rip the cancer from your body,
Cut it out, and painless there,
Bloodless almost operation,
Healing quick, no infection, yeah,
Arrigo operated daily without rest,
And if he took time away,
Headaches visions, they returned,
Back to work the only way,
All this happened in the fifties,
Arrigo saw the black crucifix
Knew the lord would take him swiftly,
Car accident, left us crossed the styx,
Brazil has mourned the loss.
Don Johnson

Filthy rich
Filthy rich now control the poor,
Howards contracts will hurt 4 sure,
Government cleaners by the contract blest,
$200 less in their poor pay packets,
Per week im telling you,
Pick on the poor these scum will too,
A greed of hogs attack,
Morality died in days of old,
Todays scumbags would sell your soul,
No decency, in fact, the greed 4 bloody gold?
Don Johnson

Bleating
Whisps,
Chattering
Papyruses,
See as they
wave their
Happy
hands
to you and
the wind,
Swerving
in
consortium
to my Jazz
and Waltz,
Aha!
waltzing it
by the
rushes..
Their
Brushes,
Are they
Belles or
Gents,
Are these
ones Fellas
or Brutes,
The good
guy or
your comic
villian,
To Egypt,
Paper and
This Salient
Page.
Selah

Scone’s lament
Bronco Don rode into the Dirran… café,
It was owned by the Spiro the Greek,
The patrons went into a Magpie smother flap hey,
Big brown horse and a whip cracking, geek,
Ole Brownie the horse would go any where,
So up the front steps he did canter,
Curses flew rare, young Scone couldn’t bear,
And Don booted his butt, like bad Santa,
An underage girl was the cause, yes sweet Merle,
When push came to shove in the game,
Don booted the Scone all around the Balonne,
And the river was running again.
Don’s half sister Clare, flew out of her chair,
And ran off to catch the train,
Bronco Don was still chasing the Scone everywhere ,
So Clare went to Goondi-windi, it rained.
True story in 1947…..Don

Harry and George
Harry West and Georgie Leonard,
were climbing up the hump,
Hot lead was a falling down,
through yer hat and foot, ka-thump,
So steep were the sides,
dropped grenades, a bouncing fell,
Japanese held the hilltop,
with machine guns as well,
Till the Aussies got above em,
and grenaded em to hell,
And charged in amongst em,
squealing Japs did dodge away,
So many died for the Emperor,
on that bloody day,
The green was turned to red,
with a mouldy hay-like smell,
The one you got upon the breeze,
with the jungle Japanese,
Aussies learned to know it well,
A stink to say they’s nearby,
dodge his bullet for a spell,
plonk the bugger quickly,
or spike the bludger well,
Don Johnson
Ninety-nine Australians were killed in the battle of Eora Creek
in just a few days…in 1942...on Kokoda...

Harry West was an Aboriginal stone age hunter,
on the Kokoda trail Second World War in New Guinea in 1942...
HARRY WEST of KOKODA...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYFVC072rJk
One man from Goodooga, black,
yes a "Murray" so true ...blue.
He carried a sugar bag on his back,
filled with grenades, primed too....
He left camp wearing a loincloth new,
went native I'll relate...
Went behind the lines to a Jap H.Q.,
fed them hand grenades old mate. ...
The Japs did, the natives brutalise,
worked them hard as mules as well. ...
When a " Fuzzy " fell and couldn't rise,
hamstrung him where he fell....
{and there he died so slow}
'Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels' bore our friends,
mortally wounded down the track...
Our Goodooga boy he made amends,
with Jap carrier parties black....
He killed the Samurai swordsmen, mean,
set Jap slaves many, free to run,..
Sent them back to the hills so very green,
this fight for them he'd won...
by Don Johnson. ..
After three months of killing Japanese by stealth,
he was near to our side of the fight an fell breaking his leg.
He crawled a few mile to the Aussie lines. He developed "Scrub Typus"
and died in the Port Moresby Hospital,
Harry was now buried with his mates in the Bomana cemetry.
Harry could track and hunt with the silent stealth and homing
instinct of the true stone age hunter, there was no one better at jungle warfare.
This Aboriginal Stone Age man could move from point to point by instinct,
no need for moonlight, overcast or raining made no difference! Never lost!
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/

The boy was only four years old
but he’d watched Scoobey Doo
Seen them chase many a monsters
who’d escaped at the zoo.
The October sun was soon down.
His parents day was through.
His Mom had hand sewn his costume
SHE thought he looked real cute!
The boy was only four years old
but even small men new;
you didn’t stop the mean monsters
as a clown at the zoo!
In many stripes of red and white
a white ruff at his neck;
he thought of Shaggy and Thelma
and monsters soon on deck…
The boy was only four years old
HE can make a RATTLE!
So, he ran into the kitchen
for an empty soda bottle.
A few small stones dropped down the neck
some yarn made it dangle
and he’d made a fine hoodoo charm
and bring it to battle!
He’d seen Shaggy fighting zombies
witch doctors in their day.
He’d watched Scoobey scare the monsters
He knew just how to play!
Frankenstien and Dracula
frightened kids in his line
but when they came to that cute clown
HE scared THEM you’ll find!
He shook his homemade hoodoo charm
and watched them skedaddle
cause theirs nothing quite so frightenin’
as a MAD CLOWN with a rattle!

Don’t see it lady May….
Dark demon from the nether world,
From into-outer space was hurled,
And came by Dumbo jet,
He came to prey on lady May,
An older shiela, ninety say,
Who liked dem toy boys just a bit,
But lost her glasses in a fit,
While Counting her blessings hey,
Aint love grand? Ooray,
Devonshire had seen his like,
While poncing through the mist, all night,
A second son, down under come,
The bastard son of the prince of fun,
Got sent down-under, right? {australia}
That he was just a parasite,
Her head it entered, never might,
In passionate decay, sweet delight,
Procrastination day,
Would never come her way,
So Blinded by the light,
Ecstatically so blocked with blight,
Sweetie pie ON her parasite
Her prince she had to pay,
Tad grumpy sometimes may,
2 Some poetry recite,
Sir Rhupert of the browning twist,
Bad Poetry, he sort-of missed,
But he was a tad ok,
FOR A POMMY BERK, I say, {prisoner of mother england}
An never past, dis-may,
Dem pommys talk this way,
The point I’ve poorly mist?
As for the pontificating fits,
Rabbiting on, subtle mindless gits,
Galahs and sand-goanna nongs,
In Japanese phallic ding ding thongs,
Who had the mango ****ttts, {manure}
Playing chess for sanity say?
Be careful boy you’ll slippp,
Will madness win the day,
And tremors start to hit,
Ok,
The parasite spoke up with scorn,
Like royalty I’m so high born,
Bow down to me sweet little worm,
Us Parasites hold sway,
And so I seemed to say?
“Begone thou foulest dip-stick twit,
The misel-toe does shon-kily sit, {con man part}
On a healthy tree today “ :}
But do we really have to pay?
4 Attention’s, draught a bit? :}
Don
a ponce was a pimp for the ladies of the night ,
and if you were poncing about like a pimp it was orright,
suspected pimps were poncy too right
to get my poncifocation trite...
--

Pendelum to see the unsee able bug…
Driven mad inside your head
Mites a dancing in your bed
Toss it out also the pillow
Slept in tent wind was chilly
Tropical fowl mites so minute
Can’t really see them, not so beaut
Love to hang around your neck
Sticky tape will catch to check
Rats had got into my ceiling
Itchy bird lice I’m a feeling
Bombed the ceiling killed the lice
They came to see me once or twice
House infested with the mites
4 times sprayed, still had lice
Though they were gone
Felt them jumping still
Live nightmare unbelieveable
Pendulum I asked to see
If the mites were biting me
Is it now my imagination
Yes it said, mind elevation
So I checked each room
Divined and killed these bugs so soon
Little lesson have I learned
Trust a pendelum in me burned!....Don Johnson
I have been using a pendulum to identify where the mites are in my ceiling and the floor of the house….A pendulum can be a needle with a bit of thread held over a drawing of a room with the bed etc in it.. I use a clockwise circle as yes{as the clock hands move }and anticlock circle as no..If the pendulum moves just up and down no circle it means they are dead..YOU MAKE THE RULES FOR YOURSELF…I mark an x where the bugs are and spray them. Sometimes you feel the pull of the needle when your soul is showing you a spot yes.
This is just the same stuff as when you are divining water, and works on the invisible.
IT DOES WORK your higher self gives advice if you want it?
At 10 pm last night I tried the pendulum and found a clockwise circle in the room , so I sprayed the area…and went to bed…
At 2am I thought I was being invaded by itchy buggers felt small bites and became so convinced agitated I got up and went to the toilet…Coming back I asked the pendulum was it real And got no…I checked the bed area and the room by pendulum and got NO… bloody neurosis imagination I have been driven from my bed a dozen times before and spent bad nights …but the pendulum doesn’t lie….so convinced by the pendulum I went back to bed and slept till 7.30am…to see the unseeable….
Don Johnson April 16 2009

Onward ever onward down the awesome lanes of time,
Coming going, dying reborn, another life inclined,
One time in Tasmania the Pommy hunters killed us out,
A prisoner in irons, cat of nine tails cut about,
Ever suffering for my crime,
What is it all, this doubt?
Ironic is the suffering feel,
in Ireland I was starved,
Potatoes stole, caught and flogged,
Escaped and was at large,
Informer talked and I was caught,
Transported on the Belle,
Bonded servant, flogged, yes sport,
In the cotton fields of hell,
But I lived awhile orright.
Cannon roared, hot lead, aboard,
The yard was crashing down,
Over the side, a Spaniard to board,
Cutlass slashing blood n gore,
death there to seek me out.
In the dark, in a tribe away out west,
Speared a bullock for the tribe to eat,
The Squatter shot us with his friends,
The Troopers not so sweet,
The Crows would not be denied,
Another death I tried?
My bones are incomplete…Don Johnson

"Self esteem is what we need,
very necessary yes indeed,
you are better than the rest,
convince yourself the hardest test,
you are nobodys weed,
yes in bloody deed."
low self esteem is your opinion to be changed,
upgraded to "great"
so bloody-well do it mate...
Don

The war, the constant murder,
seems necessary to bring,
a cull to the numbers?
7 billion in this spring....:(
no pleasure, can of it sing,
a bloody awful thing,
predators in human form,
sort of have me wondering,
too much animal in our jeans,
so much murder is the cost,
perhaps its a survivor gene,
fight or flight the bridge is crossed
thanks... Laura Breidenthal's War...
Don Johnson

Doug Wilson….
True Story….NEW YEARS EVE 2012
5 or 6 thugs suckin on dere ciggy drugs,
attacked a paper delivery man,
they robbed him of his mobile phone,
the pack animals weren’t worth their scran, (tucker)
no brains in the head, just bone,
Cecily looked and saw, at her front door,
The blue, and the loud commotion,
Rang the Cops, so did others, sure!!!
local Men hid, cowed down the more,
Seems sharks were in the ocean?
Cecily tried to ring ole Doug to bring,
Some help, cos the Police weren’t coming,
An hour passed, was death now cast,
Police were 5 minutes away,
but they were busy humming n harring,
Discussing plans of the flogged and damned,
Yet coming, coming, coming,
Doug appeared in his uniform gear,
Forerunner, flew amongst them,
The thugs n bugs fell back in fear,
Doug saved the paper man,
give a cheer,
The cowards off and running,
Paper man and Doug gave chase,
And drove into the park,
Cornered men, aggressive then,
Doug faced them down, ha ha,
The mobile phone it was found,
where the thugs had surely dropped it,
threats did vent,
but Doug was the gent,
seeing em off, too right!!!
Police woman did appear,
Near the park oh dear,
Doug then threw up his arms,
She drove over the top,
Of broke bottle, flop,
Ignoring warnings, harms?
The fat ladies delight…
Tyre from air, was outa sight,
Ignorance can alarm,
It might?
My psalm orright. Don Johnson
HAPPENED NEW YEARS EVE 2012
Doug is my brother in law...

Charleys prediction
I predicted one mans death,
dead by monday, he was yes,
as i said in casualness,
The heart attack did kill him,
I turned to Crab and this i said,
give up the beer or you are dead,
he went an saw old Doc Fred,
who said you will be dying,
your liver is implying,
God will strike you dead!
so he lived till - he got back on the beer:)
thank you 'Grim Reaper' Debbie Duncan
Don

Don't you know Deirdre's Gone?
Don't you know Deridre's Gone?
I stepped into room 8-16 only to feel tragedy
The gatekeeper says your addicted to your pain
A lifeless cold barren soul put In the closet with the shades
Will he ever let you out?
How many days will this passion bleed away
We will be the ones to blame
Beware we've became their prey
An exodus from pain
Her life spent breathing in shame
Am I the one to blame
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone?
Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone?
"my decadence was just for you
Though you have never cared what I've been through
Enter a world where empathy is clandestine
A world created by thee, just for me
The destruction in my mind
Is why you want to throw the stone
Today I go past the gate''
I call your name towards nightfall's reign
But the guards take you so far away
A dark angel so divine
Cursed by the ones of Eden's Heart
I will avenge every tear
An exodus from her pain
Her life spent breathing in shame
Am I the one to blame
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone?
Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone?

Sunderland N for Nuts 461 Squadron
Sunderland fought alone the Battle Of Biscay in.1943
Big old seaplane Sunderland, fought in the Battle Of Biscay
Had 4 engines, would she float, would German cannon make her pay?
Aussies put in belly guns, 2 old machine guns Vickers. fired only .303 bullets
Poms might laugh about this deed, the Germans didn't snicker
Only 8 of these Ju88s attacked, to shoot a Sunderland down
Aussies cut the crutch out of German might, with the Vickers caused a frown
Sunderland like a Swiss cheese, had so many holes left in it
5 ju88s went into the sea, 3 ran for home that minute
Germans said it wore heavy armour plate
And it fired a 37mil cannon?.....
Said bullets bounced off it mate?
Its death were still a planning
So she waddled back to the British coast
And landed on the beach at Cornwall
Aussies got sausages, tea and toast
Brave Sunderland then did fall

Don Johnson

Moral:Don't fight with the Aussies they might give you a touch up.
The fight by Sunderland N/461 against 8 JU88s on 2nd June1943.
One man died on the Sunderland Ted Miles a Lewis gunner,
most of the men were injured. All 8 ju88s were hit by the Aussies.
When a fighter/bomber ju88 started firing the Sunderland went into a
corkscrew move, to evade cannon shells each time,
during the twenty attacks made on it.
Sunderland had been a pre war 4 engined sea plane,
the current Jumbo Jet of its day. The bullet riddled old warhorse carried
them home to England.and broke up on the beach
http://www.australiansatwar.gov.au/stories/stories_war=W2_id=67.html
Friday 13th August in 1943 their luck ran out 6 more Ju88s attacked
Sunderland DV968 eight of the earlier surviving Airmen
from the deadly Nuts Flight disappeared
djohnson@scullywag.com

It was my first day of summer school
I dipped out and said "i don't know how to lose"
Time passed fast
And i'm quite sure i failed to last
So welcome back to the one-way road
The summer i met Vicki Marie
told me if there's one thing she'd change
It'd be my way of thinking
Living so carefree
I can't turn back or keep from sinking
Brandon played and ripped that guitar
Madison said we wouldn't get far
Everyone else said "you don't know who you are"
Taking shots down at the local bar
The riots outside the Dejavu
Holly's telling me "I miss you too"
said you were my brother
We'd be friends forever
I can't tell you howmany times
I think back on those days
But i wouldn't change a thing
I would've fought a little harder
Two for one at the local pub
I don't wanna die a martyr
when things fall apart
you got to try a little harder
If i could go back i wouldn't change a thing
Even if it wasn't meant to be
She said, "hey dude
you guys are living so carefree
I too, want to have the time of my life"

Your crime
What was your crime last time you were here
Were you a cruel and nasty master,
Will you be born in Africa, no not clear,
To suffer ever after.
So you resurrect again,
you feel that you’re due something better,
a wages slave for half an age,
you’ll rise, but will they let you?
Talk to your quiet voice self to learn,
Of your prison on the earth,
Be kind an gentle points to earn,
For your coming next rebirth.
Sometime.
the Lord cometh, mend thy ways,
satan will plummet,end of days....thanks Vienna
It makes more sense, if there's recompense,
a reason for our lives, perhaps the training does commence,
your first birthday now alive, intense.
great suffering eases great sins, I had fifteen years in a fog,
brain damage saw to that, but the light came on,
dumbness was gone, now i'm just a crazy cat...
thanks Tony

Wally Brummell, fed em on Crow, ...
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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually)Kakadu song man of Gulf town Karumba Australia
Stay alive in 55 and 56 said the roadside sign..
As the Ford Mercury whizzed by on local Brisbane time...
A flat head v8 jumped into a muffled roar...
And Bronco Don gave it its head full bloody bore..
Bill Brummell was a waiting aunty Nell was coming by..
And of course she'd bring the Johnsons little grubs like Mark and I...
So we lurched and wobbled cross country to the coast...
And aunty Grace was awaiting for sure shed cooked a roast..
So I followed cousin Wally about the Cleveland farm..
And watched him eat a melon from the inside without harm
Cut a hole put his head in, call him melon head?..
Just like a giant white ant this I say god strike me dead?..
Down in the valley my love is so low...
Sang old Slim Whitman on the valve radio..
old Don bought an inter truck a droving we would go..
to the Moonie floods back more than 50 years or so...
then Zip some call him Walter, he got a grand idea...
went to shoot some wild duck with a threeoh and some beer.... .303cal
so he lined up a wood duck but a crow got in the way..
so he reefed and pulled the trigger, just tough duck is all he'd say...
yes these ducks had big black feathers when talking they said ark...(not like them squeaky yank crows)
Wally plucked and filled the stew pot says its duck or just a lark..
Drunken ring barkers were hungry scoffed the lot in one quick feed...
And they were farting feathers till the crowing parts were freed...
Don Johnson...

Tumor consciousness
Tumor of the bloody brain,
lays me low and causes pain,
consciousness does slip an slide,
other lifetimes can't decide
which one is the self?
Leap aboard a ME109,
here are coming British swine,
tracers bouncing past just fine,
weave a little, stick back, smile,
never mind the Hitler heil,
inverted v12 thrumming,
climbing,
mein gott im flying.
Shake n shiver tremor over,
see the brown snake in the clover,
coming between she and me,
4 year old I bloody be,
biteys ,
grab Diana she be 2,
up the stairs to tell mum, too,
perhaps i'm getting older,
blinking with a flash of pain,
black and red and blue insane,
bloody big tits are a pain,
they are dragging down me shoulders,
who is that drooling jerk,
snickering a piece of work,
cod kick soon drops the perp,
i'll have fun when I get older?
Blinking twice, I look around,
fog is covering the ground,
sword or pistol is the call,
checking for a musket ball,
back to back the taste of gall,
and then we are a pacing,
10 is called we come about,
bullet sears my ear and mouth,
got his shoulder pain no doubt,
debt settled, pulse is racing.,..
old an grey I wait for death,
incontinence pads, piddle bags bereft,
at 5am they're coming,
to shave and shower they're humning,
but under the bed i'm strumming,
enjoyment in it yet,
invisible-becoming.
Don Johnson

These were found Amidst the flames of Creativity that Burn deep down Salient
Hearts...
Is there a Likelihood between Bats and Platypuses....
Or maybe between Vampires and Dragons...
Aha! The writings of Saliency on these mild pages...
Damning Thy Six Mad Spirits sending Them Off to that City of Rages...
Life is to be taken in Stages...
Honouring My Quail,Ink and This Wise and Humble Page.

Coast watchers, coast watcher in the Solomons,
Mad Aussie Coast watchers,
Mad Aussies behind the Japanese lines,
Sucking coconuts, coast watchers,
When JFK’s PT109 was cut in half, who got him,
The coast watcher, Evans got him saved his life,
Downed pilots yes they’d spot ya,
From Rabaul right down the slot ,
The Japanese were hotter,
Every island seemed had one,
crazy Aussie or Kiwi coast watcher,
Of 42 as Admiral Halsey said ,
An early warning on a raid,
Aussie Teleradio caller read ,
40 Jap. planes, the bearing made,
Australia had these men,
who worked as planters in the islands,
District officers some of them,
With natives there to guide em,
Gaudacanal, big island Aircraft Carrier,
Knew when Japanese came down the slot,
Dauntless dive bombers, Yanks were there,
Ironbottom sound still holds em yeah,
Japanese ships still parked, in lots,
Carrier Enterprise fought battles there,
Was bombed, but didn’t die,
Coast watcher saw Jap. Carrier where?
And Yanks they filled the skies. 2am 6-nov-11 Don Johnson

So I used the magic sort-of- black,
Put a crimp in his bowel, painful Jack,
Thoughts are deeds, but they hit back,
In your next life I’m advising.
Just a little black in me face,
Reborn in Africa’s darkest race,
Born to suffer, no solace,
Ol crimped bowel with me rising.
So we become the best of friends,
Old enemy crimped, he still pretends,
A knowing look,his eyeball lends,
Watch this bludger, I’m surmising .
So use your visulation, only for the good,
Shrink the bulging Aorta, minds eye could,
Try to help the sick as you should,
No nastiness on your horizon.
Don Johnson

Lord make us courageous to fight,
Lift up our hands towards Your light.
Jesus friend of sinners,
Open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers.
May we shine to that city on the hill,
Your already there waiting with our hearts for you to fill.
May we hear the toll of the ringing bell,
Make our hearts thirsty to come to the well.
May the glory of Your name be the passion of the church,
Let the righteousness of God be a Holy flame that burns.
We believe Your all to us.
To You the nations bow down,
To You creation cries out.
All things we hold together,
Your name will stand forever.
Majesty! You are Majesty!
For You and You alone awake our soul awake our soul and see,
For the world You love Your will be done let Your will be done in us.
In our hearts Lord,
In this nation.
Awakening.
Lord make us courageous to fight,
Lift up our hands towards Your light.
Jesus friend of sinners,
Open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers.
May we shine to that city on the hill,
Your already there waiting with our hearts for you to fill.
May we hear the toll of the ringing bell,
Make our hearts thirsty to come to the well.

Sam
Sam McRoon came from Bollon soon,
When he heard bout Galoon de Batey,
He fell in love with her, sure did swoon,
And she loved being called just Matey,
His nose did itch like it as full of pitch,
And he though upon a cure, come lately,
Jerked up the snout, cotton bud no doubt,
The vix burnt a path to his tooth platey,
Itchy ears without a fear,
he plunged the cotton bud in,
vix lifted the wax right outa da ear,
not deef like rin tin tin,
Don Johnson

if you're jealous, then you have something to say
i know that we say it in wierd ways
but all the same, say it
and expect me to be the same way
they say that "love is a two way street."
with a little bit of jealousy it's easy to defeat
but jealousy says i love you, even in deceit
is it really true that you want my attention
i doubt if word's will make you listen
so what am i left with to show my affliction
there is no easy way to show you my condition
my only hope is that you feel some perdition
if your any thing like me you'll feel the pain
if you really love me you'll go a little insane
give me what you promised me
your faith and nothing else
in the sight if jealousy, my only wealth

Dirranbandi Aggie
Agnes was a local lady, slight,
who had a different view,
Didn’t trust no lectric light,
might just burn her eyeballs too,
fat lamp a bubbling.
yes she lived in a ole brown house,
built yes for her, by her soldier husband,
2 pommy ladies offered to paint her roof, (english)
Silver frost paint on the iron did land,
Yes McGovern. (old Aubrey, me mate)
So she asked about the walls,
Cheapest was the silver frost,
Shining in the blazing sun,
Knock ya eyeballs flat, the cost,
Burnt eyeball loving?
Sheep head soup, was on the menu,
Eyeballs swimming in the soup,
In the rainwater tanks were a sleeping,
Chooks n rellies, in a group, (relatives)
They was stubborn. (coots)
corrugated igloos held galoots,
eggs sometimes found an lost,
long as the rooster got the boot,
bit fowl if he was crossed,
cook him in the old wood stove oven…
Don Johnson

It’s a Wyoming winter--there’s snowflakes and sleet coming down,
The cowboy is hiding away from the trouble in town.
Now, the gambler he cheated the cowboy of wages,
With cards that he chose to conceal,
So the cowboy he pulled out a pistol and shot it,
And the gambler, he lost his last deal.
Then the cowboy, he rides toward the line-shack and stays there,
While Wyoming winter-winds wail,
Soon the store-keeper’s daughter arrives with provisions,
And a posse that’s close on her trail.
Now the posse gives up and turns back in the blizzard,
While Wyoming winter winds roar,
Then the lovers, they travel from Cheyenne to Denver,
And they marry, and open a store.
It’s a Wyoming winter, there’s snowflakes and sleet coming down,
It’s a Wyoming winter, they’re safe from the trouble in town.
03-27-79
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D’weep
"Still round the corner
there may wait,
a new road or a secret gate."
J.R.R. Tolkien
Around the corner and up the creek
Lies in wait the horrible D’weep,
Watch out old man the hunger gnaws,
Will rip you from your horse an more,
Till you go to deathly sleep,
Perhaps perchance, you will sidestep round,
And dodge the fate of other clowns,
For just across the yonder hill,
Bloodsucker waits to have his fill,
sucked down like nice coleslaw,
hobbits haven’t never hid,
neath the sod of this godless crib,
Haddok fought an finally slew,
The mighty awful D’weep curlew,
Gone now the awful blight.
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver Contest Name In a land called fantasy..3rd.

Francis H.
Down in old Jimboomba is me old mate Francis H
And he wants to go to the Uni, just to hang around the place,
So I said just get a backhoe to dig a bloody trench,
And swing a door above it, for easy access, it is meant,
Of course he’d have to get me word,
To plant him in the ground,
A hole would sure be handy, planted quietly down,
Or would I steal the body, yes slightly absurd,
from the uni freezer, when I’ve found,
to get him so interred.
will I be done like Burke n Hare,
for bloody body stealing
he wants to be a buried on his acres,
over the Maclean bridge with some wheeling,
jerk open trap door and you are there ,
a few words said with feeling….
Dunno perhaps I might?
Dark side is so revealing.
Don Johnson

Spotlighted like a Kangaroo
Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s
And the bloody Dingoes too,
White light spotlights overhead,
Reaching down for me I dread,
What will the bastards do,
Big white light, soundless it’s true,
Followed us over the Moonie dew,
I asked Mark and Wayne did you see,
The white light ever leave us be?
It never buggered off blue ?
Arrested by one-eyed Fred,
Face turned sideways, fish eye’d red,
Looking with one eye he said ,
Booked for speeding now was Mark,
By a drunken copper nark?
In his singlet and thongs,
A private car belongs,
A game of sport a lark?
Perhaps an alien too?
In looking back now I see,
The saucer hovering over me,
Narrow spotlights coming down,
Pinned was Wayne with the light around,
And me and Mark were too,
Like spotlighted Kangaroo,
More meat for the Roo box clown?
In a saucer not from town,
The memories sneaks back few,
Of the white light wandering due?
Through memories wiped but sound?
Cause mesmerizing frowns,
Saucers can’t be hurting you? :}-
Copper Fred chased our mate Crow,
Who thought it was a game,
Till his back tyre was shot out, gee’s hello,
The Wilson his other name,
Booked for speeding don’t ya know?
Don Johnson 7-02-14
See my
UFO White Light did pace the Ute
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqWup7R4N-4
Mackey (nee Dean) Brummell
My cousin Don's wife had an experience about that same time, with the
big white light following her and the kids home, not far away north on
the St George Mitchell road....
She had to get the kids to open gates and was nervous of this thing
that followed them.....
Her son Keith 10 years later was out roo shooting in the night with a local St George man
and they saw the light too,(much the same area)
the passenger refused to leave the car to open gates on the Station property
they were shooting on, the light changed direction
and eventually left them at high velocity...
--
Don Johnson

As I sat here, I often think of you.
I think of you in my arms as we listening to the rain fall.
I think of you when I think of warmth.
I think of you whenever I need to smile.
I find myself often thinking of you.
I think of you when I take my first bite.
That it could be you I'm feeding it to.
I think of you when I take each step.
That it may be one last step it takes to get to you.
I think of you as the sun rises in the morning.
That like a bloom on a dew morning, you have
brighten my day before my eyes even open.
I think of you while I'm lying here.
How wonderful it would be, if you was here with me.
I think of you as my heart feels loneliness.
But it is there I am fulfilled.
As my loneliness is far too real.
For it's there my heart cry's loud.
For a lonely heart to find its fire.
For there a thought of you is.
As mine is a burning of desire.
For you have filled a lonely hearts desire.

Where darkness reigns ,
The door is shut,
Let in the light,
Intuition says, yes But,
Unfasten the ether door,
blockage eye of third abhor,
2 really see you must,
This aint a metaphor,
Just take it with some trust,
There stands the open portal door,
all covered in some rust,
Use wd40 4 bloody sure,
All seeing and nonplussed?
Or too frightening jammed shut!
User friendly, isnt more,
Gate-keeper its your door,
Unused the fearsome slut.
Don Johnson

San-Goanna Blue
Morning Halliwell are you right? {rhymer halliwell is 85}
or have your toes tucked up so tight,
are you with us or cantered through,
beyond the vale Saint Peters Zoo,
no brown snakes there tonight?
Or are you dancing an Irish jig,
With some well fed porker pig,
And playing snooker too,
Or bilious Kangaroo,
and on into the bloody night,
with Sand-Goannas what a sight
and lacy Monitors joined in too,
Brownie snake said bugger off Blue,
that Goanna just might bite...
Don Johnson

Back in 1880 you will find, Joe White he was about.
The brumby runner master mind. Of this I'll leave no doubt.
He took from Mugan station, 600 brumbies yes my friend.
Had the best riders of the nation, on which he could depend.
From Mungindi to Sydney town, drove brumbies didn't fail.
They'd stop em block em right around, horse broke em for the sale.
The horse who broke and left the mob, got grabbed by the tail and threw.
A sideline or a hobble's job, made of green hide it'd do.
Wet greenhide sideline when applied, front to back the legs were held.
He couldn't canter if he tried, to stay he was compelled.
Joe saw the difference in every track,to read from them he knew.
He was as good as any black, he'd track ants across the dew.
Two Dancy boys they wandered lost, were gone a day or two.
At black tracker's, oh these kid's did scoff, Joe found them pay his due.
These small dark boys they had some fun,yes hid their tracks with care.
Joe saw the tracks of only one, or the other ones were there.
One boy would carry piggy back, then came the others turn.
A way to hide one fellows track, gave the tracker some concern?
Joe followed cantered in their wake, knew their tracks in any bunch.
To find them was a piece of cake, so he took em home for lunch.
Joe's brother Dick was branded bad, now an outlaw on the run.
A publican robbed him, made him mad, Dick smashed his grog, the bum.
The traps they came but couldn't find, Dick's cave the hideout site,
Couldn't follow the White's, who didn't mind, scrub galloping day or night.
So Dick White he then set off, with brothers Joe and Charlie too.
They rode due west three states they'd cross, till Broome came into view.
Dick's wife and kids by ship did pass,then on to Broome by overland.
Joe left Dick there safe at last,rode east through desert sand.
Joe and Charlie back they came,through the land that worked the horse.
They'd throw scrubbers, brumbies they were game,horse breakers yes of course.
They'd throw a brumby on his side,quickly lugged his head by force.
Would saddle up and mount and ride, and coax him home a horse.
Joe entered the open campdraft mate,with a wee small handicap.
Left his bridle and girth straps on the gate, won the Mungindi cup old chap.
Joe's brumby runners one was Dan, at Glenrowan hadn't died.
Alex Wilkie chased as off they ran, and Moffat he could ride.
The legend lives of Joe this man, true master of the horse.
The drovers talked of him and Dan,and Hippy yes of course.

Waken' up to a brand new day. Hitting up the crew to see what's new.
Hitting up the homies. Let's see what they want to do.
As time grows by, the group gets bigger.
Then someone will eventually pull the trigger.
A good idia will lead the way,
and only kooks are left to stay.
As we roll-out in our only cars,
driving high to reach the stars.
Now in this point in time,
we reach the caves and ascend our climb.
Hours pass since we left our start.
Now here comes the best part.
Cracking open the case of brew.
"Here, have some. Take one or two."
Suddenly, here comes a stranger walking our way.
He soon spots us, smoking a "J." "Yo, can I get some? I can pay."
Just come smoke with us. Relax and stay.
The sun then lowers in the sky.
We all now are pretty high.
We begin our trek back to the car.
Having so much fun, we pass the bar.
"Hey, my buddy just got out of the barber."
So we swooped him up and cruised to the harbor.
If I kept writing, I'd loose so much time.
Our lives are too big, for this tinny-ass rhyme.
So now, our story has come to an end.
This is our life. This story I'll send...

Sue Hickey reminising
In the land of the Kiwi where the sun forgets 2 shine,
Sue had been cooking up some ole purple dyed cat mince,
Home staggered a boyfriend and a Drongo glassy eyed,
And hunger called a meeting, I’m convinced,
The cat mince was a cooling on the table,
tasty but unstable, It was a bit manky, im advised,
Not the sweet aroma of jolly aunt Ramona,
with the taste of unwashed toes,
but not 2 rotten I suppose,
the eggs sucker and the Drongo weren’t so wise?
So toast was made and mince got scoffed,
And cats were deprived until,
The Drongo heaved, and brought some back to try,
He was sucking from the bucket, till he got his bloody fill,
Twice eaten cat tucker and the red of purple dye,
But the cats were vengeful still,
When the Drongo finished swill,
They pounced upon him at his open fly,
They were chewing on his stoneys,
As he said softly moany,
Aunt Rita you’re a gift I can’t deny
Don Johnson
Apologys to the Aussie Drongo bird
Bad mouthing you say he is a Drongo or a Galah,
Both birds ….

I've been insulted,
And been challenged
Been shot at
And been cursed
But listenin'
To these locals
I know things
can't get worst
The music,
if you call it
Missing notes
from missing keys
But no one pays
attention
When the player
Cuts the cheese
The dance hall girls
Are dancing
Like a heard of
Buffalo
And they're danced
Their way from places
That I don't want
To Know
They call 'Her' a
Saloon Girl, right !
Maybe 30 years ago
and if that
Dress was
Any tighter
We'd all sure
Have a show
And that train wreck
Called the owner
She's still smiles
As she greets
Every cowpoke
That walks in
Even though
She's lost her teeth
Now, I'm sittin'
In the corner
Of the only
Bar in town
And if one more
Local talks to me
I'm gonna shoot'em down

Yes the
wheel still turns,
and we feel the bite
....another time
and yet we might,
repay the debt of
old....
Great Grandaddy had
a sister sure,
who was my wifes'
Ancestor,
did time together,
children bore,
and the dice was
surely rolled,
perhaps we have to
do our time,
with mismatched
partners in the
crime,
the balance stick
begins to chime,
times up, a bell is
tolled?
The dice is surely
rolled,
chance meeting's
surely gold,
the hungry eyes seek
2 enfold,
wheel a turning for
the soul,
the next event is
waiting,
still waiting 2
behold...
Don Johnson

CALATHUMPERIANS
STARTING A NEW RELIGION,
THE CALATHUMPERIANS IT IS DO NOTE...
LET HE WHO WITHOUT SIN CAST THE FIRST SHEEP OR GOAT,
CLIVE WILL BE A BISHOP BUT HE DINNA BLOODY KNOW IT?
SO BRING ME ALL YOUR RAZOOS,{dollars dill}
CAST OFF YOUR EVIL COAT,
OF GOODNESS SWEET AND CHARITY ,
BECOME, OR MISS THE BOAT!
THE BAPTIST OUR GREAT LEADER,
WILL STEP UPON YOUR NECK,
TO DROWN THE DEVIL OUT OF YOU,
OR DIE LIKE BLOODY HECK,
A GIVER BE WITH CHARITY,
TO SAVE YOUR BLOODY SOUL ,
OR BE PARTED AT THE RIVER ,
WITHOUT YOUR BEGGARS BOWL,
THE DULCET TONES ARE YOURS ALONE,
PREPARE TO PAY THE PIPER,
4 YOUR EVIL DEED YOU WILL ATONE,
CUT SHORT BY DEATH THE VIPER
SO GATHER HERE WITH JOHNSON NEAR,
FROM EVIL TRY TO STRAY,
THE PATH IS HARD YOU HAVE MY CARD,
WITH GOOD INTENTIONS PRAY...
Don Johnson :}-
--

This wall stands stronger
Stronger than any man
Yet so difficult
It was to defend
Completely out matched
Thunder came in the dark
But those on the wall
Put up one hell of a fight
The wall never ended
Nor was it straight
Yet inside those men
Had doom as fate
Those who are left
With nothing to lose
Immortally fight
As if death they choose
After days and nights
Sleep came to none
Fate had came
At the rise of the sun
Heroes are made
In this very spot
This place where our ancestors
So valiantly fought
And fight they did
Taking far more than given
Unstoppable sit the man
Who is cause driven
Surrender they could
Lives may have been spared
Where would we be today?
If our men had been scared
Heroes and legends
Were made at this spot
This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought
A tribute to those at the Alamo

1.
In Stars,
we
twinkle...
In moons,
we
outshine...
I take in
your smile
along with
its
bejeweled
glitterazzi...
your
words..
your
dimples..
mmmmmm
so
Sweet so
Simple...
We are
one..
2.
My
sweetheart
lets take a
stroll..
Do let's sit
on this
beach to
cherish
and savour
the
Blessed
presence
Of Mother
Nature and
more...
Oh! Our
love for
coconut
liqueor
and
this waves
that
fumble...
Lets play
and
wiggle.. My
sweet love,
lets prance
and get
tickled..
Cuddle,
suckle,
unbuckle..
So
passionely
sweet...
Oh! my
humble
lady of I
have
much
respect
for.. I will
Do
Anything
to
see you
Smile
Always..
Believe ME
3.
Sweet
Passion
Arising..
Headlong
dive
and
tumble..
Ohhhlala!
My Sweet
love's
touch
and
fumble..
Passion so
Deep.. We
mumble..
fiddle..
jumble..
My bank of
words is
this
vacuum~empty..
Maybe In
later lines
shall I find
words to
complete
This
Unfinished
Poem to
Honor The
Lady I
Love..
The Sage,
His Quail,
Ink and
This Page..
Selah

7 levels 2 a soul,
7 parts 2 make it whole,
7 levels 2 attain,
7 levels suffer pain,
All may strive, or maybe not?
Some will bloody lose the plot,
Though decency grows mold,
character some might see as good,
Gets you out of bad neighbor hood,
Down a level gets you could,
Cos nasty gets you cold,
Better levels do appear,
4 the ones who are sincere,
Try to play a better game,
Rise a level from insane,
Wheel of life belongs 2 you,
Better levels are there 2,
Cut yeself a slice,
Do.
its...orright...2
Don Johnson
We are here for a reason...
make the best of time and season...
have you noticed how we suffer,
worse in ONE place than another,
war zones get you too,
murder isn't new,
GO KINDLY WITH YOUR BROTHER...
its the decent thing you do....

I’m flying through the air,
Now swooping towards the ground,
I’m being chased by a bear
Knocking dad’s crops down
I’m soaring through the dreamland
From dream to awesome dream
Watch out for those nightmares,
They’ll give you quite a scare
I’m flying, swooping, soaring, twisting
That’s right, I’m a bird
This is dreamland dude
Nothing's so absurd
I’m soaring through dreamland
From dream to awesome dream
Be sure to watch where you’re going
You almost hit a beam
I’m walking through a factory
Turning gears around
Everything turns backwards,
And candy comes in mounds
I’m soaring through dreamland
From dream to awesome dream
Briiiiiiiiiiiiiing
See ya gotta go!

WOLFMAN MEETS HIS MATE
In the morning mist she saw him
Saw him prancing near the hill
When she saw his eyes so brazen
It gave her heart a thrill
She had seen his secret changing
From a wolf into a man
But it mattered not she figured--
Grab your loving while you can.
She had heard the local stories
Of the wolf that prowls the night
And the morning hours that change him
To a man that walks upright.
No fear breathed through her body
She opened up her arms
Into them he entered
To embrace her heady charms.

the cleansing of the world until,
we start again just cave men till,
we find the thoughts of clever,
we seek the never never,
till intellect do fill
though stupidy instills ,
greed, money power will,
be, a wasted bitter pill,
no rich man lives forever...
of David Williams "The End"
Don,...

Songs of Louis
Capart
-by Bob Atkinson
simple phrases
satisfy
although messages
pass me by
deep within the
voice of sentiment
moves a heart toward
contentment
driving again down a
road
ample farms of crops
unknown
to Dijon up from
Paris
could have been just
any place
City of Light still
inspires
six story limit
gives up an aura
expanding
possibilities for
space
room for sidewalk
dining tables
Treff am Rex written
on pages
a story told of
feckless craving
someday bright
screen will show
how heart's desire
grows and grows
Capart's voice
transcends my mind
could be from any
decade past
language used to
paint the sun
drives in toward all
meanings of
past good times or
future fun
satisfaction sipping
a coffee cup
successful endeavor
or busted run
no matter, has all
been fun
no matter now, all
will wait
for this album to
run its pace
settled feelings of
quiet grace
all bodes well, no
wild cast rage
thank you Capart for
morning mood
of my time within
mind's groove
language meaning
escapes my thought
yet this feeling
ever locks
me into awareness of
satisfaction
allowed this morning
from reaction
to words describing
your desire
to entertain with
heart filled fire

The
terrible curse of
the Tory boor,
To cheat your
brother, rob him
sure,
To steal from his
downtrodden wife,
To want - not yours,
The curse does bite,
Moral flaws 4 sure,
4 greed doth oil the
wheels and cogs,
Avarice a-plenty 4
Tory dogs,
Would steal the fur
right off the frogs,
If they had sign of
any?
So seventy years if
ya heart don't fail,
You can rob the
poor, get wages
stale,
And death can jerk
your gorged
entrails,
But can you pay ole
Charon any?
So poor again,
beside the Styx,
You sob with other
Tory hicks:(
Ac-cursed, by the
greed that sticks,
Saint Peter isn't
friendly???
Don Johnson

Armed at all time, cap-a-pie.
leaving no room for tete-a-tete
Dwelt amongest enemy and snake
when enemy; our land they inevade
other, 'r death serves as joy
like the death on cross calvary
oh! ay, 'r life oft citizen's life
we hast forgotten our home
Gun bullet o'er our head?
't is either kill or be killed
widow turn our women
Nay, our children, orphan
for 'r punctured soul, they paid
Twenty shekels, thou remembered
cry, joy; on our return home
cry for puntured soul, joy for enemy

ah the rockin rolling seat ,
dem bowlaigs sure hard to beat,
when ya poking them ol dogies ,
heading home and life is sweet,
when the cattle are a grazing ,
and the sun is setting low,
an the night watch is stargazing,
a sweeter life i do know,
back when life was walking slow,
but then complete...
thank you "Cowpoke Meyers"
an wrangler Bob Hinshaw...
Don

Boomi Jack
Boomi Jack he wasna slack,
Called Boomi some of the time,
He thought he’d be a liberal hack,
Crawl right in the masters hide,
He figgered he’d look good,
If he praised the liberal way of thinking,
The moral cost when your rights were lost,
Wack it over the worker, without blinking?
Of course he thought that he was smart,
To drop the workers pay,
Get um contract, catch-em Bart,
The cheapest wage, hey hay,
You think the God of men would like?
This cheating way of life,
Next time your turn upon the bike,
Be cheated, blow yer fife?
So back to darkest Africa,
Fishing in the rubbish dump,
Here you be a little sad one, ah,
Sow bad, you reap, the chump….
Don

Purple Hall of Isa-Dor
The purple halls of Isa-Dor
The guardian of the gate, Is sworn,
To keep the door shut, ner ajar,
Protect the feeble mindset, bar,
See through the veil, dimension’s far,
If strength is in your gall,
To bar the weak brained, not enthrall
Not 4 all this vision are,
Some do try the purple stone,
Forehead some-times, try to own,
Where purple flashes flit,
Where pictures come and sit,
The purple door does groan,
If you aren’t afraid to see the light,
And get the door to open right,
Of faces seen in Isa-Dor,
Plain as sweet daylight,
The dead aint dead,
You caint ignore,
In this channel’s working, sight…
Don Johnson

Oh Mick McGrath, man of daring do
What will the family make of you?
A forgotten ghost from the past,
Standing trapped in a die well cast.
Oh Mick McGrath, will they hear your name?
Born to peasants in a land of famine
You sailed the terrible seas from Erin.
A southern land of promise found
Only to find the bias still bound.
Oh Mick McGrath, can you feel the shame?
Starving on a selection too small
Relying on native wherewithal.
Mick, you ranged the mountains at will
Seeking the mark, the chase and thrill.
Oh Mick McGrath, were you in the game?
The traps thundered to Campbells Creek
Seeking the McGraths and others weak.
And so you came before the law
An old hand had up the mantel you bore.
Oh Mick McGrath, were you to blame?
Your fate sealed they squealed long and loud,
This Tipperary man remained unbowed.
You argued your case with alacrity,
Though all was forfeit to her Majesty.
Oh Mick McGrath, no gaol cell could tame!
Suspicious eyes peer down the years
Hands loose clasped your fiery gaze sears.
Ten years on the roads - justice done,
To Berrima a stranger to the sun.
Oh Mick McGrath, Ma still burns the flame!
Ten years off what should’ve been
Because of the things you had seen.
Droving in the families’ employ,
A broken and unwanted toy.
Oh Mick McGrath, so you went insane!
With no monument lost in the past
From new pages your place held fast.
A grainy picture in shadowy relief,
A man who kept his family’s belief.
Oh Mick McGrath, now they know your name!

Cobber from the bush.
We had the Rockers an the Surfies
Crazy wild buggers true,
I was walking down the street ,
An they said “what are you ?”
I said “I’m a Bushie, don’t be pushy
Or you’ll smell the gum leaves too,”
So I went a riding Nortons,
And the Trumpys, just a few. (Triumph motorbike)
Would ya persecute an rob me,
Said shelia,giving me a push,
I’d hold ya down an scruff ya ,
Said me Cobber from the bush.
Would ya live off sin of harlots,
Would ya think it bloody good,
Would ya skim a quid to start with,
“my flaming oath I would “.
Beatle long hair was a flowing,
And we’d catch em one or two,
Short back n side, just one side,
Sometimes fisticuffs, a blue.
Don Johnson
1960s when I came away from the bush in Australia to the big smoke.
craig cornish
Contest Name Talk That Way

if ya lived awhile in west Queensland,
out in the red soil dust,
where the crows will take your eyes out,
and bore water is a must:(
if ya saw a thin and starving cow,
with not a blade of grass to eat,
the summer sun, death will come,
the crows are wanting meat:(
thanks to Dan K
Don

us poets, poor bugger me,
don't take sweat of brow,
from a brother see,
just hope to write some 4 immortality,
to leave behind a good verse verily...
4 the millions yet to be....
Don
thank you Dave Williams

Just dehydrate a dead dingo's donger,
till it isn't any longer,
grind it down till he is feeling speyed,
Porkupine is great, on the Aboriginal plate,
a favourite meal, they might relate,
op rum is stronger without battery acid is stronger,
if ya get a splash, the right water bottle mate,
Avrodisiac is stronger, out past Linger Longa,
sprinkled on the Emu on ya plate,
move a bull camel off camp,
with just a touch of cramp,
Old Croc will come by to draw me pay...
Emu will not get flyblown if you hang it in the open air, most meat will blow, in Aus...
cook it with corn meat ...tastes the same...
Don Johnson

if it don't stand to attention,
i just thought i'd mention,
i slap it in the furrow to plow,
keep on a plowing, allowing intention,
just as long as it works anyhow,
things perhaps get hard,
snug cuddle bug card,
disturrbed and is a rising,
just keep playing the game,
it aint quite insane
the end result is surprising.
:re
THE VANISHING ORGAN
delysia hendricks
Don

I am chilled by the icy-breeze
I am loved by the deep thickness of night
I am haunted by cruelty of the historical accounts
The Baltic Sea has become my silent escape
The Arctic Ocean has taught me not to be colded-hearted
Yet, the influence of the peasants and those without
has gave me a solace that many fail to do
Yes, I admire thecold beauty of the slopes and mountain-peaks
Nevertheless, A Night In Russia has romance my soul
and tolded me how to survive the elements of a Russian Night
Do make provisions for a journey to this land within the mind of me

Queensland hero
Vain-glorious, evil too,
Little Hitler is it you,
Sacking thousands for a lie,
Poor as Spain is his cry,
But Spain owes 50 billion blue?
(We owe twenty seven and sixpenceJ)
Secret watchers dob you in,
Informers tell of your sin,
If you stop for lunch, you do,
Pimp on a Public servant, do you,
Bosses crawler, is your due!
The crawler never wins!
Legal aid gone by decree,
Pay the judge now,
money comes from thee,
Win or lose, dearer for,
The often sacked, poor bloody poor,
What will become of me…
Retarded me, pushed down the tube,
Walked all over, bloody rude,
Caravan parks sold, people dumped,
Handicapped cast out gazumped,
The homeless I include…
A thousand police he does want,
His army to fight the union,
Liberal voters to applyJ
For government or miner grooming,
Better well kept the lie?
Of peaceful time is all we need,
Persecution from the grinning weed,
Evil is as evil do,
Eye 4 eye will get you 2,
YHYW judges the deed…
Don Johnson

ancient thunder echoes still,
in the caves ringing,
ding-bats say 'chill,'
and the cattle dorg do wonder,
in a place called down-under,
sperm whales are sucking krill,
poor johnson's lost his skill,
short in the brain, a blunder,
the dingo howls until,
a bull camel spits n chunders,
shut up ya dill...
re: 'Medieval Man' Russell Sivey
Don

this is a tale of which all men should know
It began in a time so very long ago.
A tale of one man's troubles and woe.
A prince fell in love; you may say "SO!"
His mother was angry but father was firm
Out into the land he must go, to learn.
Mother gave him money to hurry his return,
father took it back saying his way he must earn.
Early next morning to his mothers tears
he starts upon his journey with only his fears.
Frightened of a world unknown by his peers
First try at earning his bread are meet by jeers
He wanders through village and town,
slowly his spirit sinks to the ground.
He can't understand since he is to wear a crown.
And can someone explain why everything is BROWN!
Then comes the morning to his surprise
simple jobs can he get, telling no lies.
Soon does he realize its easy to rise
Again on his way, beginning to get wise.
Finally one evening he enters the gate
glad to be home though it is quite late.
Rushing to his arms as if she can't wait
Is this really the woman he wished as a mate?
The moral is plain for us all to see
Each person must grow into what they can be.
Learning ourselves will cost us no fee.
Lean back; and think of this tale while drinking your tea.

Uncle Les
My step grandfather was uncle Les,
Gun shearer of wooly sheep, he was,
Travelled the country, yes I says,
and at crutching, He was beaut,
false teeth of gold his mouth did hold,
just me funeral expenses,
He never seemed to get too old,
The gold the shiny dentures?
He hated scabs who under cut,
The wage of other shearers,
He tried to run one down in Bourke
Wife Tuppy almost had a seizure.
Les wanted his ashes scattered,
over the river Barwon,
daughter Pat flew there, did just that,
at Mungindi, the darling.
31-july-11 GOT SECOND PLACE IN THE COMPETITION
Memories of Grandma or Grandpa or Both
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

Prayer
Subtle Lord I ask for me,
That I should be reborn for eternity,
resurrection, suits me fine, any color any clime,
on me death bed set me free,
jerk my spirit out of me,
agree I do, to come again,
poor old memory gone and then,
baby mullet swimming see,
baby Johnson is it he,
then there I be.
Sponsor frank herrera
Contest Name Compose a Prayer

I was there in the 60s threads,
we had the skin tight shirts n jeans,
keep ya warm on winters nights instead,
the pill arrived, mind blowing scenes :}
the porkupine has been,
by the quill of ethelred...

It's a war story. One shot... One kill... No guts, No glory...
Out in some country you didnt know existed. Getting ready to know the mission your gathering your throughts but your minds twisted. Captain tells you, your on a sniper mission. He tells you "Get your gear and meet back here so I can explain your explain." Next thing you know your geared up so you won't get spotted, Your rifle loaded and your ready to go. Soon at your location with your friend who was made your eyes, To tell what to look for, Who to kill and when to shoot. In the room of the 22nd floor of an abandoned hotel peeping out the window awaiting instructions while staying unseen, You get your instructions to keep a lookout at the ravine. You await the presence of a masterminded Leader who you know what he looks like and his nickname is Viper. You spot him take your chance and got him. Another bullet from a sniper.
Still trying to stay unseen, You head to the back window and parachute out. Head to the vehicle and attempt a get away before word gets out the Leaders been killes, Then while your thinking we did it, an RPG on the roof top fires hits road aside the jeep and flips over, And all plans before you are spilled. Your knocked out. Your friend calls for back up. You awake hearing gun shots and explosives. Under heavy fire, your squad asking "What do we do Srg.?" Some saying "We're gonna die!" You grab your sniper rifle and gun down the RPG's. The sign of defeat is no longer in sight. Your squad fighting for all your might. Srg. calls in an air strike. Your squad takes cover. Hearing the roaring jets and the sounds of explosions over and over. Your squad gets news the enemy has surrendered and look out only to see smoke and bodies laying everywhere, Headed back home with a victory along with an almost scare. All from another bullet from a sniper.

POQ
P O Q AND D C B, means 2 U I can assure,
Is piss off quick and don’t come back,
No don’t come back, no more
So you hit it over the arrrs with the bridle,
Don’t wanna catch this hoss, paw poor,
Let it suck aigs with lucky legs,
If its brains so full of straw?
Lucky legs might snap and wedge,
Up a butt-bit-bloody sore
POQ & DCB new lover needed for,
Drongo Fred who aint outa bed,
But his farts is solid bore,
In the pig trough swill we leave this dill,
Shut up Johnson , sure….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRr3kiRHvjI
Don Johnson
Lucky legs were likely to snap off and run up ya, ask yer mother for sixpence to see the jerry giraffe,
Freckles on his eyebrows and big ones on his ask.etc a saying back before 1960?

what a mix two souls betwixt,
so closely come together,
the lovers chance for sweet romance,
escaping thoughts of never,
perhaps perchance of happenstance,
this time, next time forever?
of: 'Michellesque' by Joe Maverick -
Michelle Mac Donald
Don

the different view,
where love has been,
tropic of cancer in between,
the taste of sweet delight,
no babe not yours tonight,
perhaps im too insane,
or on the ole left brain,
tonight....
Russell Siveys "Eye see your heart"
applies....Don

Think you may have been an Aussie Joe,
last time on the planet, south,
probably fought in some British war,
till yer chips were cashiered out,
used ol .303 enfield, no bloody doubt,
but life n death, was turn about,
but nothings bloody sure,
perhaps amongst the Boer,
did ya lifeblood here run out....
Don Johnson

Drifting
Drifting here, mongst would be demons,
Cursing all who come their way,
Laughing how its computer, feeds one,
Smouldering thoughts be yours today,
Damaged minds, so full of hate,
Working making misery,
Oh I can upset you in the thousands,
Makes me feel, a bird of prey,
Subtle terror on your computer,
Worms unloosed to your dismay,
Killing off your computer boota,
Darkness fills the void n stays,
Always there amongst the human,
Hatred of mankind does stay,
Black heart demon, a world beater,
fickle fated, ironic clay.
The biter it gets bit for sure,
Payback only ten times more,
“Sow and reap” kicks down your door,
Ironic twists the knife, the more,
Know the feel, I’m sure implying,
What comes next, just after dying,
Haw haw haw,
It’s frightening…..
Don Johnson

Centuries are unfolded
Filled with corruption and lies
Where's the change
A tyrant has an iron hand
But we are the diamonds
We appear to be coal darken by ash
But with so many years of pressure we became diamonds
Ready to strike
We are the vein cut open
The red, working for the gold
Deter the tyrant
We can win, Rise up against the guards
Fight for our voice
Our suffering will not go on
You'll know what it's like to purge from your sins
So many years of pain
So many lies gilded with hope
So much death and decay
This will not go unheard
Deter the tyrant
He'll know what it's like to cease to exit
Fight for our voice
Fight for our freedom
There must be a way

subtle hell world,
has the smell,
of nasty on this planet,
no shortage of murder,
slaughter spells,
just suffering of poor mortal, well,
a hell world symetry,
more beastiality...
by some crazy Gannet,
a blight on history...
:read Russell Sivey 'A Psycho Killer'
Don

So the ship will sail
For those who have the price to pay
And I have a tale
To leave here if I pass away
This journal will speak
To the journey I now shall take
From life here so bleak
To sunrise future that shall break
***
Come back with me to the cinders flying
To Kelly's coal yard and my story
My skin made black and my age is hoary
Time is hard and, no bit worth living
And over there not far away building
A ship of dream unsinkable real
And in my heart dreaming a fervent zeal
To be aboard with the sailing
I am a coal man, that is who I am
I know the heat, and I fan the flame
So I'm hired for furnace to move the frame
Across the deep cold Atlantic dam
I have no kith to love me, kinfolks gone
To America for a promised land
It does not matter then my blistered hand
I seek too another better dawn
What was it, I did not know, yet awake
Her sunlight hit the deck, made it glow
And my heart was warmed on the lake like snow
The first day aboard, my sugar cake.
And all I had to do was rescue her sack
From wayward trampling feet, then aboard
I brought it, gallantly and without sword
I cut the prejudice swiftly back
Kindness is the key that opens love door
And that was all my life did own
I went down, and she a next stair shown
The rich is well closed off from the poor
Would she forget what I remembered still
Her soft sweet skin, her sun shining smile
My heart young again, pining all the while
To know if her pearly ever will
We soot black ones never got a permit
To see from atop the eager sea
But she touring her palace came down to me
Found my furnace, and sweating did sit.
She preferred the flame to the faceless sea
The flickering fires, the frantic eyes
The tiger tenaciously stalked the prize
Of rippling muscles soft humility.
And so like birds we scraps of dreams sharing
From day to day discover afresh
The human worth in our human flesh
The long and sultry sweet of longing
My heart cast off from life boat and reason
Blackened her with accidental touch
And she overcame, into me rushed
The first kiss has so short a season.
Five days is a long time for love to grow
An eternity for a kiss
What did I know of icebergs and cold mist
What could my furnace not melt below
And yet this clamouur, and frights wild uproar
And all the pushy orders given
I got her a lifeboat, a boat's heaven
And wept that she was gone evermore
But she looking back, saw me there weeping
And jumped to swim back that dismal sea
Hence Diary my last entry to thee
For I must jump in, farewell, I'm going.

Door opens
And the door shall be opened,
At humanitys fall,
And the thief and the beggar, hoping ,
That the share is for all,
The evil and bad, will shamefaced be,
When the great judgement comes ,
Comes by air, land, and sea,
Conmen an shysters, all liars of course,
Will be caged with the dealers, of cars and the horse,
The bully so nasty will be made to feel small,
And the morally corrupted will swing off one ball,
If you don’t get a mention, perhaps you will be,
To sit with the Righteous, in good company,
Be good, be generous, where eer your gaze falls,
Our Master comes bringing some taste of the gall.
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name Opened Doors

My name is darkness
They are afraid of me
I am associated with evil
Nothing can be seen in darkness
Darkness and Light God created them both
But light is well liked, darkness is well hated
I darkness, the devil has used me to deceive and scare people
I wish I can be understood that nothing evil resides in me
It is just my nature that I am dark and fear of the unknown follows people who encounter or see me
When people die they think that darkness holds their loved ones
OR they are resident there
Rooms and houses become desolate because it is dark
Darkness or night I am just as friendly as light or day
God created us both not the devil
Crying does not only belong to darkness even joy brings some tear
People even celebrate at night
It is deception and ignorance that brings the fear of the dark
I darkness am not evil God created me.

Onward with the game
Death, just the parting of the ways,
Till we return beyond the haze,
Universal ebb n flow,
Spirits flit, they come n go,
Rejoin the two half wits.
Beyond the haze we meet again,
To talk of all the suffered pain,
Decide to never come again,
Back on earth 2 baby’s sit,
Can’t leave another half of wit,
Start another game.
Sometimes one will die in pain,
The other fades and joins again,
Beyond the haze the other sits,
And welcomes her with love and it’s,
Onward with the game…..
Insane world , or is there logic in the universe?
Man/God/logic?
Don Johnson

Voyeur Cuz
Wife stealing cousin Wayne,
was the true voyeur,
He’d appear in the room, the silence soon,
Disturbing me and her,
He’d get in the nurses for an orgy,
But he’d just sit an watch,
Drink in the picture,
Don’t step on a Corgi,
He preferred a cuddle not,
Momma was a rented lady,
Cuz stole a few quid on the side,
When the action in the bedroom,
Got him money, wallet slide.
Don Johnson

notes are written on my ledger,
suffer for this, also 4 that,
agreed before i was born alive,
suffering no, just tit 4 tat,
accept your measure,
it's be brave time,
sow n reap the hurtful treasure,
next time will be mighty fine,
reap the measure yours 2 keep,
logic, reason, a paltry crime,
another sad lost sheep...
re: 'I run from the pain'
Russell Sivey
Don

Faces seen
Sometimes in a different light,
I see another face not very nice,
Who really isn’t really surely me,
A nasty Irishman, hate filled I see,
Who would free our Northern Ireland,
Other remembered face does dwell,
The face so different, Scotch as well,
Swung the Claymore, delivered hell,
Amongst the English yeoman,
Another face fought in the war,
Me 109 shot down for sure,
But died a fighting, blood an gore,
No parachute would save him.
Sponsor Matt Caliri
Contest Name Mirror

Who owns your grave in Brisbane?
Who signs for internment of body to ground
With undertaker becomes the owner
Though someone else owns the grave
He or she are not the owner?
A friend of mine buried her hubby
in a triple deep grave and then
Discovered she’d have to ask the son in law
To go to her only grave, just when?
So you are in the nursing home
And then you’re buried by them
You probably paid for the plot they bought
When strangers to God they send
So auntie is in the ground over there
With her are Arthur and Rick?
Burial sites with spare plots in the ground
Old auntie don’t want em one bit
Don Johnson
This old lady had to threaten to go public about the fact she paid but didn't,
have her own grave, that the son in law owned it and had bought the next 3 deep one
alongside it, now had graves for 5 ... but he signed hers back :)poor fellow him...

Acapunctre energy,
Back about 220 before Christ,
The yellow Emperor gave his advice,
Comissioned by Emperor Houang-Ti,
Use needles to direct the energy,
Acapunct-urely,
So close your mind dismiss the word,
Use western medicine, drug-dog-bird,
The drugs won’t set you free,
More blockages you will see,
For the narrow-minded nerd,
All sickness is channel blockage freeze,
Your chakras bog down with crap and wheese,
So get your 7 chakras to flow,
Breathe in imagine it’s grow,
Rainbow colours here increase,
and will nerve meridians to turn-on go,
Get rid of all disease,
The will in charge yes please,
A healthy thought, is so!!!
If mind block you release???
Don Johnson